Laminated name tags everywhere everywhere
shelf space for the wicked timid
Bottles tremble in November treble
everyone dying or leaving or straying
Meanwhile quiz-takers make some sonic sense
pitch perfect prose, retail summons
Sermon perfect-lit compartments down
oh value-added mainstays whisper
This name tag, that toe tag
November swallows the widowed
Comedic grievers mutter lame phonemes:
did you hear the one about the laminated coffin?
Heard it –
big year for that joke