I am NOT a Means to an End

I would rather crawl out of my own skin

And expose the raw meaty flesh,

And budding roses of my potential,

To the burning ash that is this world.

Than be condemned into

Doing the simple thinking,

For both you and me.

I would rather carve out the pink goo

That sits neatly atop my head,

That constitutes my very being,

And serve it to pigs.

Than to help you with

What you don’t deem worthy,

Of your time and energy.

All because you believe that

My time, and my energy,

Holds no promise

Past watching you shine.