The Funniest Part

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.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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