Uneasy Laugh

 With the uneasy laugh of horror
 The World Clown Association decided
 to put on a skit:
 two balloons under their bosoms
 and carbon dioxide sparklers.
 The balloons didn’t fill up equally,
 and there were butt prints in the dough.
 
 Hidden incendiary girls,
 mobilized vulnerability,
 eat bitterness.
 
 Boom, Boom! 
 
 Custom is the king of all;
 they would wish to get paid to devour 
 the corpses of their fathers.
 
 That way they’ll be happy.
 
 Animated ornaments
 at the Kitty Cantina;
 The Heavyweight Sisters,
 Dark Monkeys,
 and The Mutual Benefit Society,
 obstructing government administration,
 negotiating worthless instruments;
 
 their words were a desecration of silence,
 the transformation of radical ideas 
 into culture, a diehard rejection 
 of the idea that we ourselves might be 
 one such cataclysm.
 
 Human exceptionalism, the
 madness gene,
 gradually blinkered,
 like a star role from no-man’s land.
 
 The dinosaurs came, 
 got too big and fat, 
 so they all died 
 and turned into oil.