Common sense

at who's expense

Lettered cathedral he now invents

Sticky floor

and unhinged door

Concealed darkness at its core

To the drum

of just plain dumb

Simple stare confirms him glum

Searing pain

cooked his brain

Spilt emotions always stain

Look within

his hairy skin

Tease away the itchy pin

Amongst the light

of darkest night

His candle offers blind insight

Watch him lurch

off his perch

His own backside concludes his search

This the year

He'll disappear

A folded stamp addressed to fear