Flamethrower

There was never a plan b, man, see the basket carries all eggs

But clotheslines could never carry heavy weight with small pegs

All enveloping, unforgettable rage, searing

Holding onto things at an unacceptable age, see

Look, freedom is not free

Along with all my time and energy it has cost me

If anything got me- it be the great expression of the self

And staring into the fire I see all that I could not be

Burning mouth, I'm as vitriolic as an oil drum

Speaking out, I ignite a firestorm with oil tongue

I'm sparking up the blaze before a match was struck or drawn

And I've burnt it to the ground so now everything's fucking gone