Lightbulb Requiem

I duct tape my ladder,
for I know it cannot swim.
Flying is the treachery of tadpoles;
may they burn their noses bluntly.

Why the seagull does not drown,
when it catches fish in the sea, I'll never know.
Perhaps it is a fish as well, but
with wings, and a tail, and no gills.

Forever does the turnip shine,
when the oak tree tries to sing.
Burning indeed helps the sneaker geese,
who feel their waterfalls will become
black ink.

Baldness is a sin, but can still repent,
if it is used to kill the hippies.
Screaming television giraffe zombies cannot
excuse the warts, for they are pink and unsightly.

Scream! cries the CD, for it knows no pain.
Burning clocks do toll the wicked flashlight's
nonsense.
Earrings will melt under the cold iceberg's glare,
when the seals vaporize their aluminum microphone
buses.

Die and live, for the reviving potion will not know
when the ionic pencil does implode when seeking
the true fountain of knowledge, for then
will the flamingos cast all into flames and torment
forever.

-The Painted Toadstool