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!
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