he came he uttered

spoke aloud

reading his rot

something

something something

he did or didn’t do

while we thought

of throwing shit at him

cans bottles plastic jugs

(we might have been drinking)

but we didn’t

wanting to encourage

as there was always hope

he’d improve in time

he finished

looked around for applause

finding there was none

began to declaim

in a hurt loud voice

the hidden meanings

all present were too stupid

to understand

it was then we began

throwing shit at him

including hurtful words

meaning

rancid critique’s of

his life’s work

the fool