The Killing Joke

The Killing Joke

A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought

Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a man dead
Rationale to feed his kids

Where those questions dwell
Never asked out loud
But fermenting into a false fact

It becomes a given
That your man is in all truth
Sleeping around

A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought

Where the process that turns
The ethereal into a solid hate
So strong
That skin color
Or hair or eye or flag
Becomes not one of a spectrum
But one of the enemy

So light or so dark
Was his soul
That he knew salvation lay
Within his own mind
And no others

Blood was spilled that day
And everyday thereafter

A world within
Where feelings end and life begins
Called thought

Where the process that turns
One misspoken word
Into misguided deed

Turns old feelings into new life
For better or for worse

A marriage of electricity
And synapse and impulse

Also known as
God’s sense of humor
Called thought

Punch line reached
Laugh or cry or die

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