Synthetic Soot

They want me to break

As they lie in wait

They lay out their snares

They empty their freight.

But what they don’t know

Is I see them there

I’ve picked up their scent

Their intentions so bare!

I play right along

With their attempt to shame

No judgement from me

I expect foolish games!

From hurting people

Who want me to hurt

As they construct their portrayal

As they synthesize dirt.