a crowd of fools can’t
stop laughing. they elect
to be fools. though
enter our perception without
permission. that they
laugh instead of
sigh. though assault us with
the clicking
of painted fingernails.
and laugh
and click and lacking
purpose other than
to have something to
do. showing us
rude pictures that
propel us into
a restless sleep.
and cough
into their elbows instead
of saying excuse me.