All of you want to
watch me rip my heart
from my chest while rhyming "our trauma"
with "the wide wide world" and never
letting my widest smile break.

On top of that you expect it free of charge.

I mean, I'll do it but I need you all
to at least recognize my skin stretched
tight over soon-to-be cracked ribs
among other things.

The other things are as follows:
Algorithms are taking what glimmers
in secret and burying it deeper beneath hashtags
and posting schedules.

The sky isnt as big as it once was.

This planet is past the point of
sustainable support for your
progeny and will
be an inconceivable hellscape for theirs.

Your compassion is as plastic
as your currency and just as stable.

A truly selfless act is blowing
your brains out at the government buildings
of your respective countries
or at least refusing to bring children
into this yawning grave of a world.

You don't want to hear that
but **** what you do or dont want.

Go ahead, throw your rotten
produce.

I'm ******* starving...