Tic Tac (toe?)

The clock is set. The bomb, timed.
Suddenly, the atoms and it's sub-particles are being polite to each other, lifting their tall black hats, Hello Madam, nice to see you, bending its knees in a slight bow, shyly facing the pavement with an innocent smile, Sir. The weather is calm, everyone's doing its part, playing along, like a universal façade.

Their world is timed and they know it. My life is timed and I know it. Play along, You write so well! Fuck you asslicker, that's the answer, but I let out the politically correct, politely wrong Oh thank you... And I'm counting Tic Tac Tic Tac. We're almost there.

I'd go mad if I had to wait for the end of the world. Fuck it. I'm creating mine. And it's almost here.... almost.