Pyro

Pyro                                                  Spring 2002

Mama tried to tell me playing with matches ain't nice, 

That lighting firecrackers is dangerous, 

But fire really turns me on, 

And it seems to be greater than sex. 

With fire, I reach a spectacular climax, 

Never mind the statistics or the facts. 

Well, here I am, striking up a match, 

And all I can say is, "Burn, baby, burn." 

And not to be confused with the rock band, 

Burning things down is porno for this pyro, 

Seizing the moment and giggling away the day, 

So silly, so wily, feeling so happy and gay! 

To me, there is never reason for a darkened room or sky, 

For everything, there is a light line. 

Things might not be lucid, but that's ok, 

For the smoke in the air brings joy this way. 

I have burned down a building. 

There's debris everywhere. 

I have set off fireworks. 

It's like China in the sky. 

This master of fire is finished with his dirty work, 

And you get to clean up this mess today 

While I, the pyro, live to play another day. 

I'm out, the fire guy, the master of the flame.