Does the gasoline have an agenda?

Does it languish waiting to fire?

Does it care that it is wasted

Idling in traffic or at the red lights?

Does it realize that without that spark

It's just a chemical in waiting?

Always a bridesmaid and a temple virgin 

Awash in a pool of other temple virgins,

Staying in a hotel right across the street from the red light district?

What am I thinking?

I'll tell you what I'm thinking.

I'm thinking that match ain't gonna light itself.

-jenn