Jumping from a burning fire
Into a frying pan
In the hope of containing the ire
That ravages your chest is the worst possible salvage plan.
Put out the fire that your tinder dry
Hamlet cries over before the fire consumes every combustible
Fabric in its path as you cry
Foul for eating cellulose that ain't digestible.
Shamble on terra firma and quench
The source of the fire that your obstinate attitude
SEts going in your mind and on the bench
On which you ensconce your straitjacket as you free fall from altitude.
Man invented fire but can't always control
Its effects metaphorically and literally
Although fire as a tool is neutral except when petrol
Doused on it by a demented world feeds an inferno firmly.
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