Do your thing

I found this picture on Twitter (@Nilaija_PR) and I jumped right in. It was supposed to be a poem, I have no idea what I did, but I like it! 

Here goes-

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Like Joan of Arc, I was tied to a stake. 

A tag of a witch on a broom is all it would take

to set the mob on edge. Bound like a thief

I was allowed my clothes and given grief

Then came the debris- paper, some nylons, and kerosine

placed deliberately like a chef does food prep at a cusine

To my surprise, a joint was stuck in my mouth

just before the match was lit and tossed douth

direclty beneath my feet, I watched the fire lick up the paper

the nylons melting in submission to the flames, I needed no wager

to know my time here was almost up. 

I did the best thing I could at this moment

oh yes, I am all for enjoyment!

I bent over to reach the flames

I might as well enjoy this last high before the angry flames comes for its claim.