Death Bazaar Poem by Douglas Scotney
Death Bazaar
You'd give those with no sense of humour
the jobs to do with murder;
or those you want to punish for having one,
those you don't want to have one.
You'd give the job to those with no sense of smell,
and they'd be the only ones laughing.
If you match up those jackasses
with the ones you want to stop laughing
and the ones who never do
what a bazaar will have you.
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