Fire Stuff Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Fire Stuff



I built a pile,
with all of your things.
Then set it on fire,
with gasoline.

Who are you now,
with nothing to show?
No one to show it to,
and nowhere to go?

I beg that you throw yourself,
on top of your stuff.
Doing it right now,
is not soon enough.

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