Hey…What are we doing at my house?
I know what I've done but I'm as tiny as a mouse in the scheme of things.
Please don't burn my house away just because I've read a couple books

I stand in fear and anger and Beatty forces me to do the job myself.
I burn the house, the televisions--with Faber in my ear.
Then Beatty finds the radio and says that Faber will get his due.
I click off the safety on my thrower and decide its time to make a change.