Droll

Droll humor
Is not in vogue,
These are the times
Of rig-a-ma-roll nostrils
Flared eyes burning passion
Pushes the zealots around
Like an electric current
On a metal football
Game shaking in
Rage any slight
Taken to heart
One might
Almost
Giggle at
Hysteria’s self
Righteous stance
To turn outlaws into
Heroes of the Left or
Right smug as a bug
In some aging
Politico’s
Tonsorial rug.