A fiend with a violin
and an ironic aureole, a-glisten,
atop a blueprinted soul, mass-produced,
usually by Botox and Bibilism;
a viciously-carved smile
without the credit of wrinkles and wires–
a curriculum vitae of laughs.

A fiend with a violin
burning coronas into rubber skin
with an animal string
and a wretched apprentice vermin
holding the sign for applause therein.

The fear of peer-retribution makes you clap.


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