TnT is wildly dangerous
TnT explodes
And it hurts
And it feels.
It’s something a human
Can make
Can blow up
Can die from
I’m a human
But sometimes
People can make TnT
From the scraps
Inside me.
They yell at me in anger
Because I exploded
When they
Were the ones
Who grabbed
The lighter
Picked up my rope
And lit the edge.
Why do people make
TnT out of me?
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
TnT is wildly dangerous
TnT explodes
And it hurts
And it feels.
It’s something a human
Can make
Can blow up
Can die from
I’m a human
But sometimes
People can make TnT
From the scraps
Inside me.
They yell at me in anger
Because I exploded
When they
Were the ones
Who grabbed
The lighter
Picked up my rope
And lit the edge.
Why do people make
TnT out of me?
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