Portraits of Collapse

Miles and miles of people
All crammed up in this little vaccuum bag
That someboy's good little boy
Emptied into the closet.
He shut the door tightly;
It creaked ever so slightly,
And then the roof fell in.
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One afternoon while grandma happened to be
Sipping insipidly at her imported Chinese tea,
She noticed the floor start to sag
And then vanish ever so quickly from beneath her color TV.

© 2001 Koko Jaeger