A ring placed inside a box of ribbons
A master engaged in Cartesian rhythms
A mortuary sign fixed on a post
A welfare husband plays the host
A drunk on his feet one last time
A rapist repeats his mother’s crime
A storefront papered with pink paper sheets
A whore is handing out ass on the street
A finery labeled with title and brass
A bottle filled with Styrofoam and gas
A tongue piercing coming loose again
A band once more strikes up the tin
A fever is spread between paper cut hands
A schoolboy mispronounces far away lands
A hot head is shouting down its spouse
A pox is put upon thy'ne house
A kid is learning his X Y Zs
A marine is chanting his 1 2 3s
A poor chap contracts more than one disease
A catholic family flips an SUV
A woman discovers a embarrassing rash
A man is growing a ridiculous mustache
Deep in the throes of existential despair
Then my sister shows up with something to share
A shotgun microphone she got at the fair
And all along the answer was There