just another social anxiety flare up

one of those public autopsies encouraging hashtags and in depth analysis

no one cares what i think

so when the inevitable breakdown occurs

audacious ineffectualness

a murder of crows settles silently on the fence

a conspiracy of ravens on the church steeple

universally inept coroners conduct a social autopsy in the center of the street

lies

half truths

fallacies

foibles

all left naked to the gas light lanterns

less a corpse and more a human shaped fondue fountain

sullen onlookers dipping skewers of vitriol into bubbling cavities filled with melted cheese

bobbing fragments of id and ego flavor the buffet

childhood fears and adult failings deeply seared into the meat

a culinary autopsy

sneeze guards and emotional barriers encircle the clean room

a rich falsetto fills the room

an aria of loss and being left behind

probing and piercing gently into the gray matters behind the influx of asian spice into french cuisine

bone saws and pruning shears

topiary excellence at any cost

hedgefund mazes and calliope music piped in through hidden speakers

careless littering and global warming

back alley doctors and insecure mimes walk into the wind while breaking down the corpse on the hood of a burnt out taxi

choice cuts go in the cooler marked with a biohazard symbol to discourage the curious

everything else goes to make sausages

grilled to perfection and served by a monkey in a tuxedo

organ grinder by the grill, organ grinder in the trunk

sexual autopsy in an alley

mental autopsy on the couch