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Lackadaisical Mite
The lout and the louse, they cause me to pout,
ruining tapestries here and throughout.
To one’s reliance I’m hereby devout,
if just to divert its needle-like snout.
To the other I sneer, with or without
reason, malice, or a spiritual gout.
HIS fair comeuppance will be brought about
when mercury rains from gutters and spouts;
when alchemists deign to squat down and shout
‘For studious needs, bring bone from your lout!
- Tungsten Damsel, from her collection “The Steel Domestic”
