Guillotine altered its gadgetry to include recycled windows,
With paneling leased
And cared for by a slumlord.
Though the slumlord
Was unaware he’d sacrifice his neck
To unite warring tribes,
The onset of global unity
Is war. Closed doors hearken for stowaway insects,
Who plant their fangs
Into equal flesh
As if they were Americans
Embedding their flag in moonrock.
But ignoring the tonal ambivalence
Of plastic creased against
A rock (empty shampoo bottles)
And a hard place (carpet samples)
Requires clarity from
Objects posting shadows
To prove their anatomical
Neck breaks occur during times of unrest,
It’s when we’re sleeping that triple chins
Harbor muscles unknown
To combat their lucky break.
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