Cellar Door

Chuckling fools frolic atop our tangle of brain-matter,
Ebulliently basking in our own ignorance, and with so
Liberal a caper they exit our portals to
Linger in the air amidst our unforgiving arbiters.
A routine as onerous as this is
Rarely worth the effort- better kept are our fools
Detained in quiet sanctuary. Though
Obscurity is their sentence, think them not dulled, for
Ornate revelries adorn such places- so please all human dwellers:
Rally your miscreant fools, and put them in the cellar.