Continuing in the poetic vein – the Cuttlefish has a great one.
I love to start fires; it’s just what I do—
I’ve started them all over town—
But recently, folks have begun to complain,
And they’re working on shutting me down.
I’m just having fun, but they say that it’s wrong;
I’m a danger, or that’s what they say.
I want lots of fires; they’re screaming for none:
Why can’t they just meet me half way?
The analogy speaks to me, because about 20 years ago there was a bad arsonist at work in North Seattle, where I lived at the time. His fires were frequently very close to my neighborhood. Worse, my place had a lot of the features shared by places he struck, and he did his thing in the middle of the night. He scared me. His fires killed at least three people.
I don’t like arsonists.