It Only Hurts When I Laugh

So where did all the flowers go when the lights went out? And sunset plunged beyond the rim of planet’s earthly crust? It rained a constant torrent in the middle of a drought, Global warming brought a chill, of irony it must. Where have all the prisoners gone, missing from the cells? To roam with sheer impunity upon the city streets, To murder, rape and plunder through a multitude of hells, Where innocents surrender to political deceits. Where resides humanity on backdrops of despairing? Casinos spawned in super size, hard drugs dispensed with ease, Cessation of integrity, of common sense, of caring, As demigods smile dissolute through tabloid greed and sleaze. In hope of one last favour when I am dead and gone, That carved into my gravestone be my chosen epitaph, When they lay the granite monolith into the emerald lawn, Let the fascia legend say the words: “It only hurts when I laugh.”