They were little devils,
flames that only cared about the next
new way to destroy you.
They were innovative, and they wanted
a tall, overbearing way to
overload you, crush you and your
dreams, as though you were under a
big pile of concrete and steel,
when they took away your building of
toughness; they wanted to coal lapse
you, flood you with soot and the
stuff they put in fire
gratings. They tried to make people ash,
those ash holes.
And cars. That was how they destroyed a
person once. Or, thought they did.
The person lived, which flustered them.
So they chose an attractive woman,
assaulted her under asphalt;
but she lived as well. So the little
demons, they took some speed, and
decided it was time to jerk more
people around, to create their
tripped, because it fired backwards.
and there was nothing they could do.
Fool lash little imps.