On Mockery (during the National Bird Count)

On Mockery (during the National Bird Count)

Where lies the line between earnest and jest?
(I note the trochee is the resident bird.)
I confess I like to pee against statues—
A mix of delight and spite.

In every comedian lurks regret;
I do not care for laughter lacking drama.
The murder weapon once was a dinner knife—
Filleting is what I gladly do.

But beware of cynicism, deadly poison;
Be sparing with hate—serve it not too hot.
Dissect and carve, but not too rashly.
Fear not inflicted pain.

The mocker fears not “what if,”
Nor god, zealot, nor prophet.

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