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Most nights I yearn for the role of a spark plug

rather than the live wire I present on the daily

clouded by the smoky air of uncertainty 

I'm aware of the sparks I've cascaded

but flummoxed over whom I've ignited 

Are the tell-tale signs as obvious as it seems for so many?

Have I crossed too many circuits over the years?

Or do they write off this discharged jargon as a leaky, dead battery's acid?