The Arsonist

Spark’s ignition, rage of fire Entice his mind with burning desire Match heads grind Sulfur lined Burst the flames which never tire The target chosen, his mind set Over perfection, he loves to fret Explosives wired Something admired He has built another bud, timer set These are his fire flowers Blooming once, burning for hours Click bang Laughter sang He loves to burn this world of ours But then all the water comes Extinguishing his flaming drums Smooth soft flesh Now crispy mesh He thinks of another flower, twirling his thumbs He is the anarchist Filled with twisted desire He is the arsonist Come on baby light his fire