—IF IT WAS FUNNY, WOULDN’T WE ALL BE LAUGHING?  

 

 

‘Round Here 

  

We are all on 

the same spectrum 

locked in a dungeon 

where rats peek through 

the jagged creases of cinderblock 

holding listening devices and

assault weapons

each of us held for treason or 

reasons as thin as hope

One of us cocks a finger 

at his brow while another 

brave soul sings a corny tune

This land is your land

This land is my land

before having his 

tongue ripped out 

numbered and tagged