This Is Catastrophe Poem by Nicholas Neato

Call in the calvary
I'm sure the boys will back you up
Call up all my rivalries
So once and for all
I can shut you all up

When is enough, enough?
When will you stop acting
When will you stop actin so tough

Just go to your favorite bar
Make sure you drive you favorite car
Make sure you arrive just before five
Just make sure you don't come back alive

Oh I know it's the way that I move
I know you knew to soon
I know the punishment within the booze
You'll know when I explode by the boom

So call in your calvary
Tell them to meet us here
Tell them to show up hopeless
Because their leaving in despair

Granted you leave here at all
Because this is catastrophe