A dark night in Futura,
in the seediest part of town,
a place where even the birds commit suicide,
a dark night in Futura with a plot in mind,
a man sneaking through the shadows in the mazes of the city,
the toxic gas filled smoggy streets,
almost oxygen less,
a place with terrible accrid toxicity that if you don’t wear a mask you will surely go blind,
yes, a dark night in Futura,
a man with plans,
a man with plans and scams,
plans for nuclear fission,
and plans for a nuclear missile,
a man on a mission,
a man with a suitcase,
racing away down the alleyways,
walking through the slime and the grime,
a man with money on his mind,
a man hoping to cleanse and destroy the city with a nuclear device,
a man hoping to kill all the citizens at one time,
a man hoping to win first prize,
a man looking to revel in the site of the nuclear explosion from a distance with cool sunglasses on,
a man that doesn’t give a damn about slaughter,
and who will happily watch the destruction of the city with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a broad by his side.