We Laugh, We Know

That's funny really, no.
You know.
There are extras in the scene.
Fumbling fools are enough
For the eyes.
When someone snorts their joys
But shutters in silence
The grin freezes.
Ugliness is there and it
Consumes because
Of greed alone
And we laugh, we know.
The practice is erratic and life's stench abounds.
The restless rustle
From the hustle,
But rust with cohorts.
Minus the thought
We ought to
Yet we don't.
And we laugh, we know.
For them to act
The click clack thing has to slice
Down on their fever.
Rancid schemes and clownish prances....
Oh, what a beaut' it is, really.