Use all available space!
they must be joking
honing their comedic skills and
that's what kills us in the end,
not the smoke and mirrors
but the utterings of demented
announcers
dribbling out words that would
bounce us from here to
infirmity,
It's beyond me.

what ******* space do they mean?

Seen from the outside the
inside
looks inviting
ha
you couldn't fit ***** in there.

Oops did I swear or was it twice that I swore?
It doesn't matter
the announcers bore me
with their disingenuousness
they caress the ears with sweetness
and light
but it's dark in the tunnels where I
might be
if there'd have been some available space.