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jerry can aronist
just
imagine
the horror show
strolling
through the forest
jerry can in hand
at one
with mother nature
whisperimg trees
singing birds
a sweet soundtrack
to the walking dead
heavy with life
no more
contemplation
the time is NOW
or it will
never be
kneel quietly
in a
sun spat clearing
soaked in petrol
lighter in hand
waiting to ignite
last rebellion
could be
prosecuted
for being
an arsonist
FUCK IT
you can
arrest and charge
my charred remains
drag my burnt carcas
for all to see
but it won't matter
was NEVER seen
when alive
at lesast
my last
carbon footprint
will be counted
Published 13th Dec 2021
| Edited 21st Jun 2022
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13th Dec 2021 11:02am
13th Dec 2021 11:33am
Powerful stuff. Scary in a way...........I hope you forget the matches at home.............Regards, Robert.
13th Dec 2021 12:01pm
13th Dec 2021 12:32pm
14th Dec 2021 6:12pm
I think many people feel this level of apathy nowadays. We all have to find our own reason for living or we get busy planning our reason for dying. Powerful piece, AP.
Anonymous
21st Jun 2022 2:45pm
You're a marvel, my lovely friend.
ALWAYS.
(hugs just cuz)
ALWAYS.
(hugs just cuz)
