The Burden of Fantasy

Impatient leprechauns drink whiskey and lose their teeth.  Their noses swell, their eyes are bloodshot – like everyone, they have been caught.  They complain about lost pots of gold and reminisce about he good ‘ole days when mischief was fresh and faeries were willing.  The price of mead is through the roof.  It’s too bad the bees are dying because what else is there if the honey goes?  Lovers are bored, lighters are lost, wands are broken, the kitchens are messy and we all have too much not enough space.  Music tries, but nobody wants to listen.  The cyclops is hard of hearing anyway.  Bigfoot has long since joined a group of Aryan monkeys and shaved his hair and tattooed himself with anti-Semitic insignia.  Humpty is broken, the walrus has osteoarthritis in his baculum, and a lonely earring waits, though she’s probably been stood up.  The beautiful witches have yeast infections and the children keep asking if magic is for real.