I love this world.
Its suspicions and fears
all fabricated and ritualized.
Legitimized for our amusement
Fruitful youths smashing in faces
Forging blood oaths
at the bottom of shot glasses.
Sustained on diets
of instant noodles and hopeful thinking.
We are victims of circumstance
Purveyors of the grand calamitous comedy.
All before the stage
burns to the ground.
