Song of the Insufficiency of Human Endeavor




Golden light suffuses his face. It’s a sort
of grace that makes the fool
holy only in retrospect.

A bit of rouge, a touch
of ointment to kill the lice & this old rogue
is ready to turn a newish trick.

There are mice
under the bed & scabs covering
my forehead, but may I interest you

in a tissue to dry your
slactivist tears? A signal of renewed virtue,
perhaps?  My Whole Foods

shoplifting spree keeps me running
out of luck, but there's nothing 
more dangerous than a man 

without gluten.  Our committee
has assessed that man is in need
of further assessment by our committee

which is comprised mostly of the dead,
who agree that life is mostly 
about honoring the dead.  

We regret to inform you 
that your attorney has been recalled
due to a faulty airbag; in the meantime

please enjoy the in-flight movie
"Your Life," starring Punxsutawny Phil
and the cast of Supertrain

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