My thoughts and prayers are with you
So say we all in the midnight dreary
Lest we forget: the victims are fine.
True torture-that is reserved for those left behind.
This is new-ish pain:
Prayer shame, but
Shame man, you're no Shaman
Blamers and shamers
Firing and conspiring
From weapons of ease
The keyboard disease
The mouse hand crippled
Bent to the left or right
Never quite living what we write.
The psychosis is upon us all
Drifting gently into the amoral night
Atheist and devoted alike
None of us are straight shooters
Such a pity what with our
Blaming shaming gaseous tooters.