Lighters up

The preacher told me to burn the harvest
said men like me always want more
so better I should starve now
because there's no better time
why wait until the winter grains been planted?

he put bells and whistles on my collar
and told me to smile
like a cat that doesn't know it's crippled
lit up a smoke and handed me the flame
to burn everything I own
so I started with the box beneath his feet