Celestial Masochists
cheer the hell up if you can
nothing cheats the hangman like enthusiasm
since my next act will be
to answer all your questions
as your tenured professor of dyslexia
throw down your eye wear
blurry is the truth
although your blur is
quite distinct from my blur
but it pays off in the election booth
at just the right moment
in just the right amount
lips motorized and on fire
forced to believe your own thoughts
as if they were your own
snicker
now for a word from our sponsor
grab a beer and join the club
after a hard day at the pencil
I like to unwind with a cold bottle of Trapdoor
and enjoy a little engineered cultural amnesia
which is the key to our human condition
doing this with a straight face
which is the key to its condition
pull tab generic mockery
praise the miraculous bounty of irony
them dinosaurs should have said
please and thank you
might have avoided that extinction
now where the Sam heck were we oh yeah
they've turned being a nervous wreck
into an empath elite vanguard ideology
the saddest thing to see
is a human refusing intelligence
dilettantes gazing upon a merciless universe
on the lookout for the punch line
the wish is mother to the thought
wait there’s more
basically we contain period
and another
evil is bold and bold is a virtue
no brakes
amplify a refusal to hide what you know
no gears
second source every thought
no wheels
yah yah another groin clutching car chase
zany and hysterical in autumn colors
you desire a mechanism
by which to name things incorrectly
and for which there is no cure
as long as nobody reads this
I'll be OK
Copyright © Walter Alter | Year Posted 2022
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