Apprentice Pyromaniac
the acrid smoke
of the burning Flint Hills
creeps in
through my cracked office window
soon I shall start my own blaze
although
I’m not usually one to burn bridges
ever extending my hand
only to get rapped
on the metaphorical knuckles
with your metaphorical ruler
like you’re some damn nun
pious
righteous
married only to god
when we both know you’re closer to Mary Magdalene
than you care to admit
I don’t mind living among the whores
I’m quite comfortable here
they don’t judge like you do
and there’s booze
So
I gather my accelerant
and pick up my strike on box only matches
ready to burn this bitch down
because I don’t need you
or your judgment
If only I’d known
years ago
how good it feels to be a pyro
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Poignant and funny and edgy. I love your poetry.
Here’s my favorite part: “I don’t mind living among the whores
I’m quite comfortable here
they don’t judge like you do
and there’s booze”
hahaha. Well, at times in my life, I have been a ho due to booze, so there’s that! 😉 Thanks for reading!!
Love this piece!
Mary
#AtoZChallenge E is for Elle
Thank you!