The funniest part is
watching them crawl,
thinking if they push hard,
if they try hard,
if they do it just right,
if they dance
for the gods above them
that they will be elevated,
that they will be lifted above,
out of the muck
in which they’re crawling,
as though any divine being
would stoop so low
as to even acknowledge
their filth,
much less touch it.