his body swayed to
and fro while balancing
spinning plates on his
drumstick, as the crowd
yawned angrily. Just then
a one-eyed, one-horned, flying
marsupial swooped down onto
the Empire State Building
attacking King Kong with
bad Men at Work
signs made of radioactive
cockroaches, which had lived
through the recent nuclear
explosion, Kieth’s options dwindling
to less than zero, because
try as he may
he couldn’t spell “Keith”.
But come Hell or
division by zero equaling
a staircase to Heaven