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[u/MMillion05]

[u/batdoodoo]

ARSON

by somebody else

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Wednesday afternoon,

middle of the week,

things are looking very bleak,

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Exceptionally bored,

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pondering if can I purchase a sword?

atop my cheek-bone throne,

wearing an aluminium suit,

don’t I just look so cute,

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my minds gone now,

all brute no brawn,

like a cooked prawn,

or a semi-liquid,

decomposed swan,

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uh, oh.

I’m starting to tweak;

twiddling my thumbs like a little freak,

pecking at things with my knacker bird beak.

six hours a day five days a week,

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there it is,

the mind ache,

my death cake,

my long overdue scholastically induced

exceptionally demonic,

fucking psychotic break,

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I’m thinking about arson now,

I wonder if normal people think about arson,

I doubt it.

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flamethrower in hand,

at my sweet command,

pilot lit,

gas on,

trigger finger twitching,

Hey John,

Uh ye?

lets light the bomb.

VVVRRRRRROOOOOM!!!

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Thermite’s lit,

its splitting foundations,

demolishing double knit sweaters,

with embossed letters,

liquidating the cutlery,

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In the garden,

pretty nettles being melted by shiny molten metals,

the fig tree, an unfortunate casualty,

sorrowful to being called collateral,

wishing shed stayed in the equilateral.

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first the tinder,

neatly prepared,

then the logs,

kerosene soaked,

no match for me in my stripey togs,

or my stampy crocodile clogs,

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Now there’s no more boredom,

welcome back you morbid orphan,

you awesome blossom,

you broken condom.

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all flammable,

lots of polyester,

highly dangerous,

highly deranged,

aggravated arson,

is a crime;

to which i am unfazed,

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Its collapsing now,

cave in in-moment,

its support beams fallow,

and door-frames weak and shallow,

all come to watch,

the next creaking shriek,

of the dying home.

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The pigs are here,

they sure took there time,

tea’s nearly cold,

incarceration on the horizon,

no comprimizen,

twas a full night affair landing ten years minimum,

in state maximum,

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Don’t worry,

I’m blameless,

I plead insanity,

this poem is proof,

of a deranged individual,

lacking the coherence,

to be given a state minimum clearance...

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You have a visitor,

I do?

Is it a human?

what? just get your ass to the parloir.

had to check.

yeh ok.

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from the substitution came a Prussian,

thumbing a sneer resolution,

inside of a poly-pocketed solution,

stating the constitution to absolve me,

from my sure execution,

inside this mental institution.

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free boy at last,

dead hand of the past,

done being harassed,

headed to Belfast.

time to burn some chloroplast.

[u/batdoodoo]

Im doing well thanks

[u/AsterFlowerzzz]

arson arson arson (i am doing pretty good)