Burn it all down
Does that make it all better?
Do the ashes soothe your wounds?
Wallowing around in your sorrows
Making all manner of piggy sounds
You greedy bitch
You think just because you made something
That it's yours
To kill or to fuck
As you wish?
Once it's out there
It's not your's anymore
In the scary wide open world
To be praised or spat upon
Sooner or later you'll find yourself
And all your wondrous cursed creations
At the center of a situation
That you did not
And could not
Predict
And all your hard won experience
Your wisdom and learning
Will be out the door
Down the toilet
And there you'll be
Stripped naked of everything
As awestruck and dumbfounded as all the rest of us
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