Flat, in Clerihew AABB by TrufflesTheMushroom, literature
Literature
Flat, in Clerihew AABB
Flat, in Clerihew AABB
The water doesn't run inside my shitty little flat
It's cramped and dark and damp and has a broken thermostat
The internet's not working, and the lights have all gone out
There is no gas, no fridge, no food... But I can go without.
The counter paint is peeling and the walls are paper-thin
My upstairs neighbor's footsteps are an irritating din
The door to the garage is crap and everything's a mess;
It's all my fault for going to a private school, I guess.
I can't afford the paints and pens my classmates buy in spades
My knives are dull because I don't have money for new blades
My pencils are just stubs, my pa
Soon, a Tercet
Soon my breasts will sag and sway
And hang upon my doughy frame
Like dear sweet puddings in their place
Soon my teeth with crack and creak
My tongue will twist and croak and squeak
And someday soon I'll limp and leak
Soon my hands will gnarl and knot
My blood with stew and cling and clot
My eyes will pucker, dry and rot
Soon my hair will pale and fade
And crease like paper in a braid
Around my fat and withered face
But now I'm young and fine to see
My limbs are long and light and free
I'm pretty as I'll ever be
Time won't wait one night or noon
For chance or luck to follow through
Before I turn too foul to vi