The savagery of fear
caged behind bars for exhibition,
laughing men cry out in cheers
for a round of applause, they pray
for a snicker or two-cent appreciation.
Vast canopies of entertainment of days begone
randomly make appearances in the mundane.
It’s a circus, we say
a play of the absurd,
an ode to all things stupid,
a staged production of no essence.
It’s entertainment these days:
slapstick on your plate,
served cold and rotten.
A meal we digest well, it seems.