the splatter effect seemed tasteless   as they cleaned the walls and floor   the judges all were faceless   as they hid behind the door   the rules were never outlined   does this mean I'm outside the law?   my stomach is sinking fast   i've been here before      fast enough i shall wound it   i'll know when it's over   ideas and components   criticism's burden      carping on the obvious   will soon go out of style   your love for nostalgia   makes me go the extra mile   my campaign for office   has been raging for some time   but the nameplate, on the door   still says your place not mine      fast enough i shall wound it   let me breathe 'til then   i'll know when it's over   on that you can depend   ideas and their components   need not be set in stone   criticism's burden   i can bear alone