20200401.0430

I do not mean to fool around
Right now, while evil still surrounds
Us all. I will not place the trap
Atop the door or stretch a flap
Of film across the toilet seat;
I will not those old jokes repeat
That serve to harm for the delight
Of those who think themselves aright
But who, if sitting starboard side,
Take all of us on an ill ride.
For what? So they can get a laugh
And mock the rest as mere riff-raff
And mock them more when they complain--
"It's just a joke" is the refrain,
Though when the joke's on them, they cry,
Lamenting ringing from the sky.
Their skins are thin who often tease;
They are much pained by mouth-made breeze.