If I were to shine a blacklight on you,
all I'd find is a fissure in your facade,
a digital footprint that followed,
a few rambunctious remarks,
rendering your removal,
privileges.

If I were to shine a blacklight on society,
all I'd observe is the ordinary oddities,
the arbitrary performance activism,
the hypocritical hoodlums,
ransacking at the right time,
conveniently.

If I were to shine a blacklight on me,
all you'd see is a sorry subject,
who's tested trials and tribulations;
who's negativity is nurturing
his jealousy, jury
of everyone but himself.