What power’s in the craft of self-destruction
Debased by something as soft as sympathy?
What audacity's in that self-expression
But begging to be recalled beyond a crumpled chassis;
For redemption and enlightenment that only
Lives through mockery. A natural disaster is my name

For impotence, a gripping horror;
Inexorably image-perverting, like
The ashes of the ******* ancient in Pompeii –
There are no do-overs for *******.

“Don’t make fun of my night out.”