He’s tired of competition
tired of the fire it takes to sometimes win
tired of firemen’s balls and forced grins
black sooty booty calls and hairpin turns of conscience
tired of the collateral damage they can cause.
He knows sometimes it takes competition
to bring out the best in folk but fuck
if it doesn’t also bring out the worst
and burn the dry woulds in every direction
and on closer inspection he wonders
what weapons fashioned by fiery men
are worth in the water hose long run.