FLAMING - by Janie Glover Johnson

This poem is about flaming. I am dedicating this poem to Irishqueen.

I never knew about flaming until reading about it on the internet.
It seems some people like to do it, it makes them smile and sweat.
You see there is this breed who really longs for their needs to be.
Filled with grime and turpentine and dirty words in which they feed.

No matter where you are on the Net or what you are doing there.
You'll find this kind of breed sneaking to stab into your mind everywhere.
They're not a bad sort of folks just 'cause they're different from you.
To make my point strong not with a grain of salt but a molecule.

To wit, to be forever, along the great divide of the internet.
This breed of grime and turpentine can make your curly hair straight.
So if you take the time to flame be sure you know the battle score.
Because, if you see that you are like me, it's worth going back for more.