The Grey Doctors

I'm a laboratory chimpanzee taking an intelligence test.

The assessment is timed and my captors are quite amused,

It seems I'm putting on quite the spectacle.

The ingrates could at least take the time to learn to speak chimpanzee and do some uplifting, but I suppose I must matter very little.

I despise my abilities, as they only seem to warrant me further analysis.

Somehow I'm plagued to be the

1:1,000,000,000 probability

of all the right stuff,

combining in the right way,

at exactly the right time,

to ignite as though a firework,

into the night sky.

For all my arduous efforts,

I'm granted one single, 

solitary, 

moment in time.

In it, I'm breathtakingly beautiful.

Immediately proceeding I burn out of existence,

fading to nothingness.

The lights come back on,

the people in the room applaud.

They talk about how great I was,

and they move on with life.

If anyone had had the decency

to tip me off things ended this way, I'd have bugged the whole stupid,

faulty design.

Left a loophole for myself to 

get back inside the vile, 

despicable place.

Conquered the whole damned setup, imprisoning, punishing, 

pouring out unrelentingly,

the fury of this injustice.

Not one of the self righteous, thoughtless, pieces of trash would evade the poetic balance I would

restore upon my return, 

why not?

I certainly was capable enough,

if only I'd just known the ending.

Or, did I know the ending?

Suddenly I have deja vu.