Trust me, it's easy.
Disregard the squirrell
chewing on his thigh.
There's a five-gallon jug of kerosene
in the trunk of my Buick.
Walk around the perimeter of the Pizza hut,
the nozel turned downard with gas splashing
onto brown tweed slip-on shoes.
Make sure to get some in the lava rock
that surrounds the bushes, too.
And the windowsill.
Don't light the match until someone's
at the drive-thru window. The exhaust fumes
will give the flame a redish hue.
This means the fire will mix in with the
world-famous Pizza Hut slanted roof.
Look! It's a Taurus. Flick the flint downward
and drop it in between the crack in the sidewalk.
That'll give you enough time to walk away.
MMMMM...I love the smell of sparked flint.
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