will, in the spirit
of fun and debatable callousness,
dress like a tower set alight on a peaceful night
by the poorness of people and
the myriad of unfortunateness that
we can afford to avoid while
you can’t afford to avoid.
Then we will stuff our ears
with clapping lips, flavoured with debates
of insensitivity, misplaced humour
and the spirit of fun in the
absence of the cowardly villain,
Another costume is being queued.
Based on another tragedy.
Based on another poorness.
Based on another unfortunateness.
Based on my ability to avoid it.
Based on your inability to avoid it.
Roll the tape.