What Am I?

silhouette of me

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.


Bring on the virus,

bring on the plagues,

the pestilence, the wars

to the death.

Man must be cleansed.

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