February 23, 2018

Poetry: “Swiffer”

The Swiffer whore whorls
Hoarded in Northwestern corners
Churlishly childbearing
A browbeaten nudity
Subtly suggesting
A sulk
Too stingy to suck
Up scrapes
And stains
Too bulky to caulk
So you’ll just have to cope

I clothe her with scented pads
As if olfactory bandages—
Premoistened—
Could disguise her basic function
Much like dressing the hide
Of a menstrual woman
Kept alive
In good standing
For the sole purpose
Of facilitating
Further breeding
To purify lineage and
Preserve Father Time’s
Oppressive
Art of science
Personified by
Her statuesque silence

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“Swiffer” 
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