Incendiary gent fills up his time
getting set to fling some turpentine
on paper, thinking that the gush is sublime.
Incendiary gent is out of his mind

Up flares a flame that looms
little then big; the building is doomed.

Incendiary gent skulking around;
“Burn on!” tune sings; spurns no fires in town.
Looking like hell, cooked hot as hell
are the
books on a shelf and a safe’s wealth!
Flame, flame, flame, flame.

Torches a structure, then soon it’s two,
When it's fried he'll decide what next to do,
Heat shtik, first small flames lick; big ones ensue.
Blackguard’s sick, a lunatic; this boy’s cuckoo!

His flare and flame lust grew
when as a kid…watched smoke in the flue.

Incendiary gent lit up in time
edifices set with turpentine.
Although he’s nuts, enough is left of his mind
to set ’em in buildings, the folks-vacant kind.

Dude’s snared; a court day looms.
Then he’s put in to the rubber room.

Incendiary gent, insanity defense.