Writers like me consume their own slapstick 
when there’s a conceptual contingency to max, along  
with requisite ethical structure to examine taste levels.  
 
Now you know what to expect.  
 
You can’t put limits on free-lancers’ exuberant leisure  
within a theoretical commune of vengeance..  
Smart money on the solo stiff up against the writing board.  
The ethics staff sat this out, sweat-soaked, shaken.