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.