weep and cry

what else are we to do

but weep and cry

wail and flail

far and wise

o'er the wild minds

of badgered clowns 

of people crying

for some respite to drive

fleeing from the chaos of hell

but we are self-enclosed

denizens of total choice

of goddesses and gods

with little to lose

shouting and laughing

at the crowd on the loose

searching for enemies

imagined and stewed

ah! if we'd stop and stare

into a mirror with light

we'd uncover ourselves

'neath our pimples and glue

on our un-powdered face

with snaggly tooth

awaiting the truth

we'd unbind our foot

freeing us to move

and weep with live tears