Spontaneous Combustion

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

Who the fuck are you anyway?
Who the fuck 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 shit 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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