Joker Photography and Poetry by Mim Weisburd for The 52 Pickup Project.
I will no longer play the fool.
A smile on my lips and pain in my heart.
I am not your toy to be fought over.
You cannot use me to hurt one another.
I will rip the Jesters crown off your smug head.
I will tear deep into your broken heart and burst forth from your frazzled mind.
Out of these intestines and fractures skulls, I burst forth, sprout wings and fly far away.
Your, failures, injuries, and lost chances are not my fault.
It is not my responsibility to fix any of it.
If you chose to be a fool that is your folly
If you are stupid enough not to eat, and mad enough not to drink your heart will stop.
This is not my fault.
If you are destructive enough to smoke time away in an empty room, it is not my fault.
You have been so selfishly absorbed in your sad little lives that you never noticed me.
The neglect was enough, yet you also burdened me with the worlds’ sorrows.
I will no longer metabolize the hard and sharp bits in order to defecate beauty and truth.
Now I only bite off what I can chew and eat form my own plate.
Digest your own poison filth.
I don’t believe I am responsible for an entire world’s happiness and entitled to none myself.
This guilt, remorse, fear and regret were never mine.
From now I will always come first.
It should have been this way from the start.
