Fire Guy

Fire guy, fire guy...why do you have an obsession with roasted babies?
How does it make you feel when the flames erupt?
Like a kid in a candy store?
Like a geek in a robot convention?
You act like it's nothing to hear their screams.
And then...
Then you don't even try to defend yourself.
You go about your day as if nothing has happened.
Just like that.
One by one you throw them in with a satanic smile across your face,
As the plastic on their backs melt in the flames.
The children's eyes fill with tears
For you, this is good news.
The little California girls come near you, holding that piece of plastic they called "Little Suzy."
It drives you crazy to hear that batter operated cry over and over.
And, oh yeah...
Were you pretending to stare off into the distance to avoid that crazed glare that it gave you?
It's okay, I'm not a fan of those plastic dolls either.