When you close your eyes
Do I disappear?
When I exit stage left
Is my part played out?
The weariness of awareness
The algorithm of I’ll go with him
Am I just an angsty teenager
Carving FTW in my desk?
Am I a Myers Briggs for misfits
A Rorschach for depressives?
I think that I am just an ant
Self-sacrificed to bridge a gap
Those ephemeral spaces
Between obligations
When Pavlovian notification tones pause
And subsequent serotonin dumps seize
My words might remind you
Like a Jerry Springer rerun
That things could always be worse
This wonderful contrast
Makes your avocado toast pic likes
All the better thanks to my bitter
Like craving sweet after salty
But I’m just a palate cleanse away
From oblivion
Or is it a colon cleanse?
So push the handle down
Watch me spin round
The afterthought is just a trickle
Until the tank is full
Now go wash your hands
And it’ll be like I never existed at all
But for the briefest of moment
Words held charge
And action potential was achieved
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