you know, sometimes the best way is just to not give a shit

red grape juice
dribbling down his face
grapes
all over his face
salivating
fruits
pulsing
in decay
who cares?
as the laughter
danced down the road
all the little shrimp people
ate their slivers of lime
the ballerinas sipped their blood
and the soft parade licked itself with glee
and rolled on