Poem that makes you sick

My name is Nick

I know it makes you sick

I am a simple mechanic

When I decided to be an alcoholic

I landed on the boat of titanic

As if I was going on a picnic

When I made a call through Panasonic

Your words served as a tonic

I am agonizingly a fanatic

Desperate to make my words poetic

I know my poem lacks logic

But it is churning out magic

So it is going to soon become epic

Don't call me a maniac

I might hit the button of panic

That makes my body toxic

It is so ironic

I continue to be terrific

You may call it horrific

Let me stop my rant traffic