Like, Well Just Like That Really?

It's like you broke off the handles
like you bled do not resuscitate
right across my nervous system.

It's pathetic,
like how photogenic people are nothing without their megapixels

and I'm nothing without-
well without really.

I'm so much more photo-tropic
with you near me.

It's like the western wall without the middle eastern uproar,
like how
when the damn thing's done or exploded,
the BBC won’t care anymore.

Then I guess I've found a difference,
because you
probably wouldn't explode well, for one,
and I’ve never been much for cleaning;
but I suppose
I’ll probably care a little more than that

so let's keep you away from those land mines.