I’m no Arthur Brown
And Hendrix had it down
Yet I’ve known in my time
The sweet slow burn sublime
And manic flames that rage
Would eat more than a page
And then become my pyre
My mind’s unquiet desire
Lately It’s my Phoenix
White and black to remix
Grey matter has its power
Yet in its finest hour
My fire needs a foil
To level best it’s toil
Lest I burn or half bake
Then quell in brown sludge cake
Not fission nor fusion
Nor spirit illusion
Nor pyrokinesis
Can meld all my pieces
Pain and warmth are sweet
But then He washed my feet
Lo now that I can chill
There is no lack of thrill
Apologies can stumble
Let’s just say I’m humble
My pride cannot defend
This short and Frosty end
On balance I find ice
More than twice as nice
And Billy Joel’s no liar
We didn’t start the fire
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