I Am Entirely Made Of Zinc

I am entirely made of zinc
and you have brought me to the brink
of insanity and disrepair and misery
I am entirely metallic
which implies I’m anencephalic
but somehow I can still function physically

you take me to the fair
and implore good folks to stare
“an all-zinc man”, you declare, as propaganda
people gather, and gasp
and attempt to alloy me with brass
but the police amass, I hear the coppers and a
helicopter hit the scene
scatter folks with flying machine
embarrassed, I burn green, I blew it too
protestors hurl debris
the source of their fury? me.
I am at fault here, cannot flee the way you flew.

now locked behind metal gate
for inciting public hate
when my unusual physical state was analysed
you should have let me stay
home, kept public eyes away
for ’twas my monstrous face that horror galvanised.