Day 5

 Day 5


'laughter'


In the form of multiple 'shadorma's - my combining two prompts in one


They wanted us 

to laugh, even as

they punched us

in the guts,

walked away, whistling softly,

said we couldn't take


a joke. So,

we trained hard, nearly

mastering 

a bad grin,

sad Chimps at a tea party

in the dying days


Lips pulled up

over teeth, a warning 

if you looked

close enough - 

a trapped sitcom audience

praying for release

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