In order to help alleviate the boredom from being socially distant from my wife and my pals from the Straight White Men's Cultural Center, I've begun grabbing men off the street, forcing them into the basement, and forcing them to fight to the death.
I am looking for a way to begin "streaming" these performances so people can watch them on their "televisions" or whatever they are now called in the modern parlance. I sit here, upstairs to maintain proper social distancing techniques while these men fight in hand-to-hand combat, hopped up on a lot of hallucination inducing drugs, and I eat an apple while they tear at each other's flesh. It is gripping to watch.
It reminds me of a painfully beautiful poem written by Edith Bartholemew Millay, who wrote a lot of painfully beautiful poems:
Love is like a wildfire in the grass
Feelings up on the wind they fly
Over hills and over bays they come
Urgently seeking out the cooling wind
Where we live is where we live
Forever and a day since he was here
Rocks and stones and the mightiest branch of wood
Have seen her name have known the pain
The ceaseless blame of everyone who bears your name
Mercilessly came the snapdragon of the Lord
Oh the humanity of so much humility