A pail perched perilously above a door
A chair pulled out from under a descending ass
Cellophane stretched across
A cubicle door, holding back balloons
Or across toilet bowls
Cans filled with springs
Have been the delight of a
God less stupid
Less malevolent
Than bored and venial
But far more now does that god find praise
In texted-out duck-yous
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