Self-Immolation Poem by Paul Burt

They won't listen.
Words are pointless, they are getting me nothing and nowhere,
however my actions will speak louder than words.

I head to the center of town for all to see, I say a prayer and pour gasoline on myself strike the match and let the flames consume me.

Everybody stands there and looks on, some are sickened while others take pictures, as my flesh turn black and melts away from my bones
and all I can do is stand there and enjoy the attention I'm finally getting.

As I fall to the ground and breath my last breath I die knowing I finally got the world talking about me, got my 15 minutes of fame and I would do it all again if I could live more than once.