Sonnet: I Don't Want To Set the World on Fire
by John Kendall Hawkins
"I have come to bring fire on the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!"
Maybe Prometheus had it coming
for his mad presumption, handing out fire
to untested twerps, and Zeus, left bumming
at such hubris, thought a necklacing tire
would be apropos, like Bob Dylan's Wheel™
down Rolling Thunder Road, but went with debt
bonds, and Bald Eagle gin making it as real
as cirrhosis of the liver can get.
See, says Z, to our jaundiced hero,
the mad f*ckers have set the world aflame
and reduced infinity to zero,
and you, you, Promiscuous, are to blame.
All because you were passing out matches
to gene-pool pyros at coffee klatches.
(Article changed on Jul 17, 2021 at 5:25 AM EDT)