I try to make my poems rhyme. I wrote this for the five firefighters that where killed in california because of the arsonist.
Playing with Fire
They love the smell of gasoline.
They love the smell of sulfur.
They love to watch the fire,
as it burns the object that they desire.
They love to watch the firemen,
as they try to put out the flames.
They love to hang around to
see what damage it will bring.
They never stop to think, before
they start a fire, "What happens
if someone does get hurt, or happens
to expire.
If you haven't already guessed,
what kind of monster this person is,
please continue reading and i'll
tell you who it is.
An Arsonist is someone,
who just doesn't give a damn!
