Internal Combustion

Atom bombs of anger
fizz dizzy
in my neck,
like the stoppers
in the bottles
Mr Cod produced on speck.
The advantage, as he saw it
is, once in
they don't fall out.
Unless, of course, the glass
is smashed which leaves
no room for doubt.
Where do they go?
The stoppers
in the bottle
that keep
the dizzy fizzing
running at full throttle.
And, if the glass is broken
so the bomb
is quite dispersed;
do they roll somewhere
waiting, to complete
the life they have rehearsed?