like an m and m
in a party game jar
explicitly
crammed in
the ping of the muffled voices of the outlanders
and the amplified
clang of the screams
as one chocolate morsel
shuffles against the next
BLUE!!
YELLOW
RED
BROWN!!!!!
BLUE
RED!
we all know there
ain’t anymore elbow room
to go around
and we all know
what’ll happen
once the faces outside
stop squinting
we have to
take a
sta--YELLOW!