My hair is dirty.

Dirty, greasy hair.

Dirty with me,

with the sweat of me,

with what comes out of me,

with what makes me, me.

Am I dirty?

Is that what I am?

Is that all that I am?

What am I?

I’ve often thought about that,

what I’m made of,

what I am.

I am a man, and man

spoils everything.

Man is dirty.

Unclean.

Bring on the virus,

bring on the plagues,

the pestilence, the wars

to the death.

Man must be cleansed.