Silly Putty

Why so serious? The world is laffy taffy. We ride on bubblegum balloons. Our air is but helium. Our sickness, scattered marbles. Our speech and tone long laugh tracks. We bloat our heads with rubber mallets to fit the latest fashions, of bigger hats and bigger robes. Our foes are armies of gingerbread men. We stay within the line, cookie cutter cuts make us fall in a deep sleep and we rest with dust over our eyes.