Burning a book on Tuesday afternoon

Today I put my copy of ‘American Psycho’ in the fireplace and tried to burn it.
It wouldn’t burn properly.
The pages would blaze for a few seconds, then smoulder, then go out completely.
I used eight matches before the book caught fire and stayed alight.
It smelled funny and the blackened pages were like the charred breasts and stomachs of Patrick’s hardbodies.
As I’m writing this two ugly insects are flying round the living room.
The poison from the extermination I had done weeks ago is still active
and soon the insects will start weakening and slipping off the curtains
and they’ll shake and kick then die on the floor.
What an exit.
So maybe you can see why I burned the book.