write about wright about rite about right about now

right about now the executioner/is flexing his axe-wielding arms/because the cruel crowd thrust thumbs in condemnation/of the unlucky sap whose job title is Entertainer/and must now be entertaining with his amazing flying head

rite here, the bloodletting/the catharsis the appeasement/the conversion of unspeakable to a circus act

right you are and wright i am/brightness is as part of me as my middle name/a gift from my grandmother caroline/who succumbed to kidney failure four years before my birth

and here we are/in our wretched glory/and I with a this minute two-day stubble/feeling it’s time to slice that legion/wielding a tri-bladed bic

something bothers us/and a shave will help me/and 250 milliliters of clean clear cool water will help you/and here’s to our betterment