Ambrose Bierce delivers a blow but
purple mistakes brighten my life-line.
Steinbeck reflects on death
while I turn the page
and my childhood ends.

Bitterness unleashes its rapt attention
as Joyce and Kevorkian smoke
until quarter to three.
Eddie Vedder is oblivious to the world;
He sits in the corner
singing softly and softly singing.

Ladies and gentlemen,
check your pride at the door

We’re about to enter hellish humanity.

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