A Match-Stick
The Match-Stick
The patent potential of a match-stick
I saw seething ravagely through the farmland
Crawling conflagration all alike
Beholding the hapless and helpless mind
The power of a match-stick
I knew well when in dire need
Picking up the match-box in shock
Not a single stick could find
Oh the raw rice raucously submerged
While I scrounged for a match-stick
To bring me out of the cataclysm
Before my muscular bag blows in catastrophe
Praise to my extant toils
When on a drifting table
I found a match-stick
Aiding the healing of my excruciating hunger.
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