Of Sarcasm and Angst, but Mostly Sarcasm

The one thing I’ve come to rely on
The one thing that always is there
The twist of chance that is pending
Usually when I’ve decided I don’t care

The cackle that waits with a snigger
Back stage where the rooms are half lit
Poised to slide out in its moment
Always when most delicately fit

The creature I’m sketching in verses
The only person after all it could be
That full stop to all my excesses
My old friend irony

That greets me with friendly promptness
When each great flame has died
And levels its foot at my stomach
And in preparation lengthens its stride

But the irony teaches me something
And never leaves me alone
It means in the midst of disaster
I can smile on the bus going home.