The Death of Fools.
And the fools line up
In the death of reason, for every season
I despair at their laughter
Their happy ever after.
And as they whoop, jump through the hoop
Scream their chants, massacre the dance
Yes yes, I shake my head in frustration
As they hasten their own damnation.
And tears run down my bitter cheeks
As silence in my life will reign. Bringing pain
I examine my tawdry self, that singular self
And am I destined to join the fools on their shelf?
Stan M Rogers 2018