I’m in the hotel room,
watching TV, sound turned down.
A fat Englishman is allowing himself to be humiliated,
he’s a comedian, overly well paid,
and the spectacle, I gather,
is for charity.
So, everybody is laughing and cheering raucously,
pleased to be participating in a good cause,
self-righteously glowing.
I can tell this without hearing the English words or general TV noise,
which would only confuse and repulse me.
I can also tell that somewhere nearby, tomorrow,
in a schoolyard, a playground, a city street,
a child, or several,
will be tortured by their classmates,
pretend friends,
who right now are smirking,
inspired by this comedy show.
Charity indeed.
©SvetkaSamizdat
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