In-Universe

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”

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was, in fact, written by me (but as an excerpt from a poetry collection in a short story that I am currently writing. META AS SHIT).

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