Some Held Onto the Hiccup and Screech

All tidy and neat, smelling apple sweet Life pranced forward in an amazingly great way Then there was a hiccup, a screech, a slap Or something else that changed it into a foggy mean thing For a second but most did not hold a grudge, Reverting back to the happy joyful way it used to be Before the event Not all Some held onto the hiccup and screech Wailing and keening Tearing their eyes out of their faces To prove the horribleness of the slap To retain its power To stop living And it all happened Secretly in a subconscious world Where no one else could go No longer tidy or neat on Stanton Street.