Thanks for the invite
But I felt incited to riot
When you spoke about Palestine
You delighted
In genocide denial
I went downstairs, pretending I was outside
Smoking a fag to pass the time
You believed me, I was lying
I watched it, checked my watch
My hand atop one of your stone lions
Blisteringly hot, blindingly bright
Consigned to history your house, its slavery ties
You’ve been passing the same cash around since ancient times
For old crimes a new trial
I’ve got the proofs, no denial
I don’t mean the river with crocodiles
999 you better dial
Fire travelling along expensive textiles
Like trains along a trainline
Flame is getting mainlined
Through the house’s veins
You were very vain
Molten gloop, former weathervane
Sentimental value equals emo pain
Melting windowpanes
I left confusing crumbs; you’ve been framed
Set the whole place alight
Eager flames, midnight light. Strange nightcome day
Made eyeless fates cry
Disappearing crates, all the wine
In the cellar didn’t make it
None of your art could be saved
Half of art history erased
With a single match flame
And a floor oil glazed.
Old wiring to blame,
According to the inspector.
Bribed him more than a raise
To explain away the blaze.
Whole place was razed,
Lied to a cop’s face, wasn’t phased.
Not enough grass for a miniature calf to graze
Soot underfoot instead of the hedge maze.
Tinder only when I’m setting fires
Pyres turning entire empires
Into ash piles, smoke rising for miles
From the world’s largest tyre fire
Ignited by Mike, standing by smiling
Every rebel either dies
Or lives to become tyrant
One coin, two sides
Watch who you trust, they’re all liars
Even Christ at trial by disciples denied.
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