Spontaneous Combustion Poem by Kent Holman

Spontaneous combustion
Exploding feelings across
The wide open page
As if to say—
“I am wide open for your inspection.”
F... that! !
Don’t inspect me!
Respect me

Who the f... are you anyway?
Who the f... am I for that matter?

What am I here for?
What pain must we all endure?

Here for the ride I guess!
Always skeptical
Always a receptacle

For the sh...t of the world
And of our own making

Is dumped
Pumped and;
Thrown,
In our face

As a spectacle

For all to see or

More likely ignore!