PART ONE:
Pin me, skin me 
Kick me in my shins please
Bring me buckling, crashing down  
Then grin as you haul me up
Dust me down, make an act of freeing me
When I’ve lost all my will to be me 

Churn me, burn me 
Laugh in my face, spurn me 
Then adulate, adore me
But airily, lightly 
Politically-correctly
When I can’t feel your torment or love
Or anything else inside me 

PART TWO:
Juice me, use me 
Mangle and abuse me 
Then write up columns flush with 
New found awakening
A social issues deciphering 
All the while computing, 
Measuring, forecasting
Your own index of hero-worship
For calling out brutality 
Other demons, other sins
Out of your realm of reality 
But you orate and preachify  
Because it is your deliverance 
From mundaneness, insignificance


Roar out, be devout
Let your new found arousal
Wash over everyone
“Not all of us are like that”
Shout it out, don’t hold back
Declare it with panache 
You are righteous no one can forget
Everyone else’s moral compass 
Is a fickle sickle, directionless
You’re guilt free with that homily 
With your ringing voice and sacchrine smile 
You present it proudly to me 
When all I can see are lips and eyes 
A Leviathan dripping honeyed lines
Onto a transfixed audience 
They watch and gently chew the cud 
Of the weed that they are fed 
By evangelical heroes of prime time 

PART THREE:
Boot me, loot me 
Strangle me, shoot me
Then have a ball in my name 
Found a charity, earn some fame
Let the posthumous heroine 
With her tomb-tough shoulders 
Become your newest Taj Mahal 
Let her catapult you to the top
Always from her deadest parts
A pillaged body, a spirit crushed
A tragedy censored and hushed
From her countless cuts and gashes
She now hides under her eyelashes 
While YOU and YOU and YOU and YOU
Rise like a phoenix from her ashes.