The rhymes are tedious today
deliriously so..
Kings of the twiddling fat thumbs..
play in the drifting snow outside my apartment door.
the laughter is loud, almost painful

I close the window, sitting, watching the down-poor
that laughter continues like a stench in my mouth,
a tasteless odor sitting on the teeth

these royal imitations of hope and joy will soon be planted
. . . 6 feet deep.

Blasphemy they are to today's decrepit culture-less culture
pawns in disguise, I hate them all.