At the Ballet ~ Saturday, April 18, 2026

So why in the world would you bring a child

Stupid is, as they say, as stupid does
obviously, you are delusional

whimper and whine, when folly is your bliss
hoes know ego rules the world, so it goes
yes, all the attention, the world is yours

indeed, let it bleed, you feel beautiful
nervous to make a noise, soundless, you piss

toilet water splashes, nobody hears
heartless as a critic, theater whores
each to their own, bitches, Old Scratch itches

work hard to find a child at the ballet
only who brings a child, stupid snitches
revolving lights reflect the world of play
light as a disco ball, everyone fears
delight as to fancy wrongs so perfect

wordlessly, you reject a cry so strong
obviously, you seek to entertain
understanding nothing but a defect
lies full of character, face the mirror
difficult to imagine why the throng

yes, ignores their feelings, full of disdain
obviously, they are in their right mind
understand how the rules thrown out the door

bitter almonds, cyanide pills, what thrills
remembering our childhood lost to art
indifference as adults, who cares who kills
night after night, the games we play, not smart
given the future unseen makes us blind

ask me, if in the same situation

chuck a penny across the parking lot
honestly, to flay you alive would serve
indeed, no one, to no purpose but snot
leaking out your sniffling nose, the curve
derives no pleasure in this duration

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