It’s not just the weather
that gets hard to tether
when everyone near you is dead!
A great mushroom cloud
flies as high as a bird
then the fallout will drop on your head!
Your ears ring like fuck
as the blast pounds the air
and the buildings lay shattered in bits!
It’s the blindness you see,
when you looked at the flash,
now that bit gets right on my tits.
The heat was a twat
as you think, ‘what was that?’
When the sirens wound down to a hum.
Then the shock of a bomb
that had ended the world,
sends your insides right out of your bum.
You survived the first wave
as your hid out of view
but your neighbours have all turned to ash
But it wasn’t your fault,
you invited them in
Just a shame that they didn’t have cash!