HazMat

Emotions are like toxic waste They can be used for good or evil Depending on how you take care of them They can power immense creativity, Or melt down in a runaway chain reaction Ending in your destruction Who am I? I’m that guy in a yellow suit, Picking up the remnants of other people’s messes But never really taking the time to handle my own I’m that guy Walking down the road in my Tyvek coveralls With a claw scooping the remains of some explosion I’m that guy, Sweeping up the shattered glass On that accident scene with no survivors Who am I? I don’t know.