Repent, Harlequin!” Said the Ticktockman

Madness is in the eye of the beholder.

clapped the jester’s hat onto his auburn thatch

At the door, dredging for an exit line, he hurled back petulantly, “Well, you speak with inflection, too!”

It was the only expedient thing to do. It was, after all, patriotic. The schedules had to be met. After all, there was a war on!

Brown marauder is planning the greatest theft of all time.

He would wrest tomorrow from the jaws of today and turn it topsy-turvy

He is engaged in the biggest caper of them all

to harass and chivvy and unsettle me

My soul curses like the guttersnipe it is, and hurls another molotov cocktail at my complacency

has implored the pistolero, my soul, to live safely, to observe quietly, to live in peace, with a degree of contentment.