"Drake firebombed Poverty in the face.
Her heart melted and her face sloughed off
scattering white-red-black bits of stone and molasses
onto the dirt path she trod.
One formed a slime mold, which scurried
off in search of butter and marmalade.
Another formed a teacup, which instantly
cracked and filled itself with tea leaves.
(Delores! Oh! Another teacup tragedy!)
A third formed an inkwell, which brimmed
over into the internet
and formed this malevolent post
on a "blog"
that only two people and several dozen
spambots or illiterate foreigners / denatured
worthless malingers of the English language
happened upon if they
Google weird shit.
A fourth formed a revision to the bot-hating
sentiment just expressed, a fifth joined the NAACP
(the Russia & China chapter, for the all the
computers) and a sixth
grew into a tree, that will one day be set
afire by my cancer, just like my skin, my eyes,
my face, my breasts.
This is how the world will end. Drinking
black milk and howling."
--Samantha
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