Firestarters

My trust funds are combustible,

I am a liar with a streak.

My lies leak across the table,

A deck in every suit to mask the joker.
A hushed spark of laughter in the library,

I keep my studies in a matchbook

With every trial and error lesson taught,

Fought for with guns cocked

And caressing match heads on the box.

I'd singe the tips from recognition

If I wouldn't feel a thing.

This blind hope was a candle

To burn ambition in gasoline.