I feel like I have been baked, drawn out in the summer sun,
I am flayed, filleted, butterflied meat,
Pinned in place upon scorching white sands,
My flesh dries, itching and stinking in the heat,
My mind dehydrates into a milky white emptiness,
I am hollow, invalid, void of any feeling,
I stare into the burning sun, and I become brittle,
Eventually, I am packaged, sold, and consumed,
Welcome to the new age of repugnant influencers,
Originality and creativity, is dead, fame is your new god.
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