Dooms Day Poem by Balbino Crespo

Abominations
Catastrophic creations
Developed by a man with a mind full of devestations
I am a fiend, a terror
the one people temor
For years I've been wanted
but no ones that clever
I hide, you seek,
while everyone else
assumes and speaks
What a geek, what a freak,
what a man, he's a creep
What crime, what place
what time would it take
One strike, two strikes
what city would ignite
N.Y., L.A., or even M.I.A.,
boom, boom, boom,
my thoughts are not to blame.