'Room Temperature' Poem by Trade Martin

Room Temperature....,
He's bought the farm...,
Room Temperature....,
He can't do us no harm....,
Good riddance....,
He deserved it....,
A violent one...,
He suffered too...,
We hate to see death...,
But we applauded...,
His last breath...,
Do I have to tell you his name...? ?
You know, you know...,
There's no cause for alarm...,
A devil is gone...,
It was death by bomb....,
He Bought The Farm.