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.