Die web Die!


Foul cobwebs!
They mockingly hang from corners and nooks,
laughing and swaying to disco music,
as you swipe with vigor at them,
in hopes of causing death,
or at the very least, invisibility.
Cloak and dagger suits just fine.

Towel snaps are useless as a tool,
the broom becomes a handy lance.
as you attempt to battle,
with the killer of artistic atmosphere.
Die web die! 

Give thee ambiance, or give thee death!
You are known to tilt at windmills,
battler of oppressors of that dignified culture.
Mock the eye no longer!
Die web die!

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “Die web Die!

  1. I could have performed this piece yesterday as I was balancing on furniture swatting at the cobwebs near the ceiling… I had the broom and wiped at them but they just stuck more to the wall, and then I almost fell over and nearly impaled myself the broomhandle.

    So yeah, I feel ya.

    Funny read 🙂

  2. Ah! So a performance piece then. LOL

    I am glad you did not impale yourself. You would look rather strange with the hole in you.

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