Don't it Make You Wanta Go Boom

I figured it's still Christmas and I could do this one last time for this year's yuletide season. It occurred to me that I've only written twelve poems out of the thirteen (horror-themed) verses I promised to write for Christmas 2012.
      This one really happened thanks to naughty kids playing with toys (this time firecrackers) who got a million naira worth of property burnt to the ground. I know you're out there, here's to you guys, you just made history!

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          A million stares penetrating the windows to December,

          Calling waived memories and forewarnings from the rudder

          Of the psyche. Things lost in the fire become flout's fodder.

          

          Don't it make you wanta go boom?

          The Christmas sprite is quick and true.

          Don't Christmas make you wanta burn?

          Christmastime is where the buck stops.

          

          Nobody gives a pin when they are blinded by pleasure.
          It's tricky can't observe when you seem caught up by seizure,
          But what happens when one firecracker busts a scissure?
          
          Can't kill happiness when 'tis the season to be happy;
          Can't contradict the spirit when we all feel like rejoicin'.
          Can't start fires you can't control and put people in misery.
          
          
          
          Akpan