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Chaos is King of the Prom
Chaos and Common Sense have always
done something of a do-si-do together
but now Chaos has had too much vodka
and dominates the dance floor.
He’s out there all by himself,
winking at the girls,
sweat flying off his hair,
arms flailing as he spins around
in a drunken trapezoid,
precarious pain in the ass,
kicking too close to the onlookers.
I’m in the crowd.
I’m doing my best to stay calm, but
we’re locked in this hall together.
Climate Change is dancing with Covid19,
and Alt Right is bullying the pathetic liberal nerds.
And Panic is raking it in at the concession stand.
Stay calm, I know.
Stay calm.
But this isn’t going to blow over.
This is going to blow up.
This is going to blow hard, right through us all.
I go to the girls room to wash my hands.
I wash my hands for as long as it takes to sing
Jeff…
