Firestarter

The kid had a pretty good life.

It wasn't folk
but it sure wasn't jazz.

He worked a modest job, made modest money,
kept a clean appearance and even had the girls
give him a wink every once in awhile.

But the kid was a firestarter
and he ran from bridge to bridge
setting a blaze here and setting a blaze
there.

The last one wasn't timed right -

caught himself with the torch
and ran from bridge to bridge
setting a blaze here
and setting a blaze
there.

Me, I'm on my fourth defecation of the day
from a stress induced incontinence of modest
proportions.

It hasn't been easy trying to douse all those
flames.

I am giving up,
can't hold the hose anymore.

I'm out of water,
out of time,
and tired.

Tonight
even with all those bridges burning
away the midnight oil -



he'll have to sleep in
the cold.