Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Light Verse

R Syn Phire

His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking

Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you need five-alarm action ... 
yeah, R. Syn is the best ashes delivery man

So, there is no need for a heartless heater;
the barrel cold, bullet indifference of a plastic gun
Mr. Phire is a passionate pyre thrill seeker,
he sure loves having some Fahrenheit funeral fun 

When it comes to pyrotechnics,
he's the Spark Vader of demolition
There's nothing he can't destroy,
he'll scorch all of your competition

R. Syn for hire
be his fiery street cred calling card lit boast
Get in acetylene touch with him,
if you want something turned to burnt toast

But right now, he's presently indisposed
at an undisclosed penal facility
He's currently planning an accelerant daring escape caper
Waiting for a rookie guard to permit him
unsupervised use of contraband matches and toilet paper

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White Wolf October 17, 2016 at 3:03 AM Hahaha, how do you come up with these little gems RW? What an imagination! Great stuff Freddie. /|\ Freddie Robinson Jr. October 17, 2016 at 4:40 AM (Head bowed) Ty, Rick. I'm just cut that way, what can I say. I try to treat a lot of serious issues via humor/satire. That draws the reader in, they you express an opinion about something. They will either agree or disagree. Or as you would say, pick the third option which is be neutral. Firebugs destroy not just property but people's lives. Much love, bro.