Flame On

Look! Look! Oh, no
Another panic at
The disco!-Tech
It's a fire, what the heck.
Well, it's as if a pyro
Said hell.
So there's the Spell Check.
The magic is drastic
What if instead of...
We used plastic for a casket?
There is merit for the guards
Who favor the flavor
To savor a savior
That quenches thirst!
It's the worst signal
That sings and rings
Telling you to go!

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.