some money I was desperately needing <br />gambling debts paid or I'd soon be bleeding <br />my bar was already deep in the red <br />'youse got insurance? ', the mob guy said <br />'dis dump you could combust <br />but get an alibi - dat is a must' <br /> <br />Hmm.. 'arsonist' ain't in the phone book - <br />so around my bar, I took a look <br />found some hot-headed guy with a thing for crime <br />but he couldn't start anything on time <br />He smelled like gas, dressed like a slob <br />Was always smoking on the job <br />he demanded up front, all of his cash <br />then sat around on his ash <br />always had his face in a cup <br />his work ethic just burned me up <br />five nights now with no ignite <br />I was smoldering mad, it just wasn't right <br />I finally had to re-cinder the deal <br />he wasn't a match for the job, I feel<br /><br />Chuck Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hire-and-fire/
