Joker turns around in his holiday pants,
making for the cookie jar
left precariously on the edge of the counter,
just within his thieves reach. Mother
is making a peanut butter
and jelly sandwich for her little boy, who
most recently has been resembling a big
girl. She has yet to realize
that the pied piper had long ago made off
with the lad, leaving something else in his
place. Pish posh cries the
Joker, who herself has failed to realize
All that had been taken from him. No one
in or out of the house is
entirely sure who Joker is or why he played
the flute that day. Queenie is in the basement
with her headphones on,
listening to the newest album. She hasn’t eaten
the peanut butter or the cheese in a very long
time. She has realized all
She needs to for a good while, which has been
A point of jealosy on Joker’s part for the better
part of this last year. Pish
Posh cries the larger man in his holiday hat.
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