Dear Friends,
From my perch up in the attic,
I cheer the fire for you,
To the kitchen I say good riddance,
And that stinky bathroom too,
Getting their comeuppance,
And we all know that it’s true.
The flames now touch the bedrooms,
And those sleeping there as well,
You know that they now see it,
Because they’re starting to yell,
But now where I sit,
It’s getting a smokey smell.
Maybe I was too hasty,
And didn’t think it through,
Now the way is blocked,
And it’s getting real hot too,
The way out is out to drop,
To land on my caboose.
Turns out I was an ass,
To cheer my own demise,
But the experts always told me,
I wasn’t very wise,
Now my home is just debris,
And I’m finally cut down to size.
For now I know the truth,
It’s not the house you reside,
It’s the people that live within,
From them you cannot hide,
A structure doesn’t sin,
It’s only people that can lie.
So change the elites first,
They are the source of strife,
The system don’t burn down,
It may cost you your life,
And make your self a clown,
Because fire burns all even little mice.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
