Everyone’s life is a,
Roman a clef.
Part of the critic’s job
is to make secondary human activities
seem to be more than they are…
(and sometimes less.)
From the local view,
it seems a flood is always impending.
The perfection of anything,
is a job for the Medical Examiner.
One brother said, “Without anticipation, life would be crap.”
After a pre-emptory pause he did see fit to add,
“Wellllll, it’d be just like it is now, whatever that is.”
If you go really out of town,
a lot of the local stuff
sure does look silly.