OH WHAT SICK TWISTED JOY THERE IS
SEEING KIDS FALL.
A DRAMA IN DESCENT. THE
MUSIC OF A MISSTEP. IT IS
ART AS GOOD AS
AN ASTEROID’S CHARACTER ARC.
THE BEST PART?
THE LANDING.
THERE’S SUSPENSE
IN HOW FAR THE SCAMPS DRAG
HEELS OVER HEAD
IN A SCORPION. RHYTHM
LIVES IN EVERY RUGRAT’S
ROTTWEILER-RABID RAGDOLL.
THE BEAUTY OF HOW
EACH BRAT BOUNCES OFF THE
GROUND LIKE A
TWENTY FIVE CENT
BARBERSHOP RUBBER BALL.
THEY HAVEN’T LEARNED PHYSICS
BUT THAT DOESN’T STOP
GRAVITY FROM
TAKING THEM TO SCHOOL.
KEEP YOUR STAGES,
SYMPHONIES, AND SPORTS –
I’M TOO BUSY WITNESSING
LITTLE TIMMY
NOT LISTEN TO
MOMMY DEAREST
JUST TO LAY HIMSELF OUT
AS IF HE GOT
DUNKED ON BY A
SEVEN ONE, THREE HUNDRED
AND EIGHTY FIVE POUND
CENTER.
BEFORE YOU BOO,
BEFORE YOU SHAME,
BEFORE YOU ASK
HOW DARE I, I
AS A FORMER KID SAY
CONSIDER THIS:
THEY HAD IT COMING.
AND HERE
COMES THE AIRPLANE
WITH DESSERT:
I’M NOT APOLOGIZING.