Poetry by Jambo Stewart

 

Flames engulf and asphixiate
Nasty result from staying up late
Plotting sweet sweet revenge
With matches and lint
Burn the witch so she gets the hint

Awake within the flame
You know you’re to blame
I’ll feel no remorse
As I watch for the result
Listening to vile screams from your cult

If you rise in confusion
Or believe it’s an illusion
Let me clarify, why
You’re the target I hit
It’s all because you said my writing’s shit