That's Bad Stuff Poem by Andrew Matthews

Who can kill without remorse?
To knock mankind off it's course
To bring death and suffering among the masses
Indiscriminate of blood and classes.

Don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me i'm a fool
Deranged and confused maybe
But I never break the rules.

Monkeys have no fear
Of the things that frighten me
The things that make your hair fallout
A stronger TNT.

But in the end who's gonna care
If the air is gone and the moon
and the sun which once shone
upon the Earth, upon the Earth.

09/01/2002