O sad pube!
See how it stands erect
but bowed, curling back on itself
like the end of parentheses,
its parent remark forever lost
to the vacuum cleaner's greedy mouth!
O pube!
How noble in defeat!
How darkly regal
now doubly bereft, snatched
from the fine brown thatch
of your youth (those kingfisher days!)
then made to watch as your brethren,
your adopted kinsmen of raisins, tobacco crumbs,
were dragged rudely
into the abyss.
O lone, unbroken pube!
There is no greater dignity than this!
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