Statuette
by matthewmousekewitz
Picture a scene in which you are enclosed in a room with a large group. You were at a party, or a funeral procession, or that other thing you do. You are forced to stand on one leg, with the threat of being killed upon falling or lowering your foot; arm and leg are tied together, behind your back, for good measure. The voice that speaks from an unknown place denies your subsistence. You all begin to rot. You can’t stand alone and those you trusted are fallen before the dawn of this existence. And I’m hungry.
It feeds on grief. So I
Cheer up a little
about exactly what is
fine when I say
“fine.”
If you don’t mind, I’ll keep passing by
run into the wall just a couple more times
It’s endearing, that’s what they say in fiction
But offbeat is an understatement
All of us are on vacation
Elsewhere. Veins are being pumped with money.
Superstition fuels a death wish
Voted for by the biggest kids
“Is he talking about a president?”
I am making wild assumptions
(Pay attention)
I still need an education.
And what is this,
Another distraction?
The laws of attraction do not create magnets
abstraction?
It’s simple, like fractions.
This is not madness
so I Cheer up a little
About being fine.
This was fucking outstanding. Cheers.