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.