How I Stopped Worrying (And Learned To Love The Bomb) Poem by Nicholas Neato

I need space
Like a car alarm time bomb
We live a day at a time
Their making sure to take their's
I'll shatter everything thats mine

And with the cure in my right hand
I'll exit stage left
Nothing else to show
For another night well spent

Inhale, inhale
middle pillar collapsed
Another sharped dressed man
With absolutely no class

I know I promised diamonds
Gave you smoke rings instead
Don't worry darling, just love the bomb
Because soon we'll all be dead