half-hearted stab at a dull subject
There are those who burn and those who rot, and I burn big and bright.
I spray the day with fiery heat, I grace the night with light,
My flames and sparks fly up to an exhilarating height:
I crackle like tumultuous applause
But those who simply rot away inspire no warming glows.
No fierce, high energy from them; they only decompose.
The stink of their decaying mulch would make you comatose.
They have no vital spirit. They are bores.
I combat waste by acting with organic savoir-faire.
I breed enriching nutrients from moisture, warmth and air.
Biodegradability's a positive affair,
Renewing life from matter that has died.
For those who burn and blaze away and boast to beat the band
It's only razzmatazz that matters, just like Russell Brand,
But bonfires dwindle and die out, like rivers in the sand,
While compost heaps eternally abide.
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