The Fire Next Time Comments

Fire ain't
what it's
cracked up
to be
but that's
another story.
If I say the door
was open,
I'd be lying,
but that's
how it is
in a poem,
the lying
I mean.
It's all a lie.
Like you think truth's
gonna save you
and it ain't.
Mary's gonna weep
no matter how
you slice it,
Jesus gonna get nailed
and you're gonna warm
your toes
by the fire
when you think
life's all cushy and cozy
only to burst
into flame
when the unseen hand
pokes its finger
into your business
just to see
if your legs curl
from the heat
and if the smoke
from your heart
be white
or black.
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