Slowly, very slowly, the psychopath Emerged from his front door Greeting the world with a psychotic grin. He stepped outside, closing the door And made his way to the Place: A bottle of purple liquid in one hand A box of matches in the other.
One, two, three, four, five paces forward. Two paces left. Kneel down. Look for the best place for a bonfire. There! At the entrance! Pour the contents of the bottle Down the hole in the driveway.
Strike a match. Throw it down and Turn quickly if it ignites. No it doesn’t. Strike another. There we go. Carefully drop The match at the hole and Turn to run.
Poof! And a warm feeling on his back The psychopath turned to watch The fire spread as the little Creatures tried to harness the flames No such luck Little Ants The psychopath wins again Time for revenge …