I am a model,
a seeming semblance of an imitation of a copy,
a construct of my own design
Could you uncomplicated me?
I was born waiting to be torn down,
needing someone to batter my defenses,
to beat me senseless
I want to watch my civilization drown
Make me hungry
Raze my anger to the ground
Give me the freedom of fighting for air
so I don't have to care about anything else

©2001