And spread it wide
Across your soul.
In front of a worldwide audience
They treated you like road kill.
You bounced between objection, affection, intrigue and hate.
To the onslaught.
Your desperation echoed through your eyes
As your respect fled you for the last time.
What they left behind,
Laying in pool of disgust, joy, shame, and exhilaration
Was to never again touch the world from which it had come.
Your life is to be served to feed the endless masses
That depend on your failures
To evoke their self-loathing self-satisfaction.