If we laugh
we say we
know our settings
better than
the likes of those
who snivel
out/with proud
sorrow entire
this end
of life known
as I and you.
As I and you
sit perplexed
and bemused
there are wars
and negations
and other people
with better jokes.
As I and you
run our tongues
over the old hare lip
of comedy and critique,
I and you
forfeit the secrets of mayhem
for algebra
systematically
agreeing that x
computes neater
than skin and terror.
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