Schadenfreude Poem by RIC BASTASA

this word amazes me
one day
i write it on the surface of
my table

when i look at it
i always remember the names of
people
who wait for that biggest laughter
when i fall
and be on that pit of
of boiling oil
where i am fried
and charred

on the other hand
i am no exception either
delighting
on your failures
and misdemeanors


there were many
& there will be many still
in fact
countless if we have to be too picky
about it

all my fingers and toes are not enough
and my days are so delightful
that i forget about
my own precautionary measures too

i too fall and will fall as many times
as falling does upon its own
fall
like a jack-stone ball

you see
we are a happy community
rejoicing upon our
own shortcomings

feasting upon our misfortunes
a toast!

rejoice
for we are the real people
in our lapses...