I'm used to my corruption <br />I'm used to my disease <br />I'm one with my infection <br />I take my lives with ease. <br /> <br />There's nothing like destruction <br />There's nothing like sea breeze <br />I'm one with my obsession <br />The fuel I slickly seize. <br /> <br />I'm burning down the forest <br />I'm burning down the trees <br />I'm just an anti-florist <br />Decapitating bees. <br /> <br />The ash of wood rice pilaf <br />The ash makes fine Chinese <br />Look at the smould'ring tree loft <br />And then with terror freeze.<br /><br />Leon Agnew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rice-pilaf/
