Zero leaks and flees
escapes like gasses
self-inflates into balloon
rises in his self-esteem
Eyes rise in mute salute
Stiff arms follow suit
There is no uniform
that doesn’t fit a man
who waits to be begun
to join a regiment
of rage in which each
issued shirt turns brown
Let all hell break loose!
Let each his business
do in accordance with
the mood transmitted
by the big balloon in
nods and bobs in lingo
if it makes no sense no
matter He’s the boss
the commanding zero
the helium hero who
rules gassy heaven
like a combusting sun
