Rubricate, rubricate,
Rubricate the thresholds
Lubricate, detonate
Their iron pyrite, counterfeit gold.
Flash the edutainment,
They’ll need the blithe
Padlock them in the basement,
Cache their bug spray
They must learn to survive
The proper way
Earthquake, earthquake,
Watch the earth shake;
Watch basic biology dissipate
Quick, grab the electrical tape
And morphine diacetate
Don’t ask what they’re for
Who will be evaluating
Evolution anymore?
Viridescent fiber
Drenched in blood
From invisible spores
Halcyon entrepreneur,
Lining your vestibule door
With what’s underneath the floorboards
Beneath your plutonium king bed
Let me ask you, darling,
Would you like white or red?
How much icing
Would you like on your cake?
Inscribe the swearwords you’re splicing,
Don’t make a single mistake
How much garland
Would you like around your tattoos?
Lace each vowel with diamonds
We know to shine our own shoes.
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Clementine Webber
Hello! My name is Clementine Webber. I'm currently an aspiring professional author of novels and poetry books, a roller derby enthusiast, actress in the making, and dark-vintage photographer and digital artist.
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