Poison people everywhere.
Everywhere. More than ever.
Poisoned by algorithms.
I saw them coming a long time ago.
But I thought people would be a little smarter
and I thought experts would guide them
Experts are all dead.
Or they might as well be.
Everyone who needs them
has been brainwashed to think of them
As the enemy
as pedophiles.
SO some people poured their love over me.
Spayed it with a firehose
Some people made me care.
But then their poison shot out of
their mouths
their eyes
and their cartoon finger tip
72 degrees feels like 92 degrees in their hate
They smiled and said,
Hey! I'm your friend! You can trust me!
And you can see they need a friend because they've been through horrible things
So you open that door in your chest and say,
Come on in! It's really warm in here!
And it's platonic. Completely un-selfish.
Then you see a thorn in their head
and you say,
Oh, you have a thorn. It's harming you.
Don't worry, I'm your friend and I'll get that out.
So you pull it.
And the poison explodes.
It doesn't kill you.
But it's thick and pitch black like tar
and you can't get it off you
Or out from inside you
And everything is damaged.
So now all the good people who deserve to visit can't stay
and they leave with tar on their feet and in their eyes
Then while you're damaged, all the pollutants that
you once easily fended off enter
and they all do their damage
and you can no longer even self manage
so you do self damage
and so I fell. I'm fallen.
and I barely care what you think.
Which is weird.
and now I'm naked all the time
and people keep BANGING on the fuckin door
and tearing it open.
and you feel guilty for reacting badly to it.
Sorry to everyone who came here on a date
