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—
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
Art of science
Personified by
Her statuesque silence


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