I am not a drop tower thrill ride

That you relish for a few seconds, having waited in line –

Brimming with excitement,

Quivering with anticipation of the adrenaline

About to course your veins.

With ice cream dripping down your wrists

And cotton candy sticking to the sweaty crevices

Around the syrupy, toxic smile that perennially adorns

Your superficially pretty face –

For a short two minutes that

With the help of

Your disproportionate self-centeredness

You effortlessly label "an eternity".

 

 

I shall not forget, I will not forgive.

This is not a joke, I am not that thrill ride.

 

June 10, 2026