you've killed me, he says laughing
and staggers backwards into the edge
of the light where something
messes his hair.
he's annoyed, but can't do anything
about it, because his hands are melting
and his legs are crumbling into glitter
glue heaven you idiots. you idiots.
holy crap, this is awesome
i don't even care
disorder is seemly, everyone!
the order of the day is to take your
shirts off and put spandex tights
on your heads.
like mr bean with random lady's cardigan,
now that is freedom, guys.