I'm used to my corruption
I'm used to my disease
I'm one with my infection
I take my lives with ease.
There's nothing like destruction
There's nothing like sea breeze
I'm one with my obsession
The fuel I slickly seize.
I'm burning down the forest
I'm burning down the trees
I'm just an anti-florist
Decapitating bees.
The ash of wood rice pilaf
The ash makes fine Chinese
Look at the smould'ring tree loft
And then with terror freeze.
Leon Agnew
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-pilaf/
