A termite burrows through a particle board.
It's not the strongest, but it's all we could afford.
We'll treat it carefully and monitor close.
If we see an infestation we'll be sure to do some damage on it.
And while I'm at it, friend, I'll write you a note-
Strip off some laminate and give you some hope.
I hope you survive this- you likely won't.
The crossbeams need some treatment, so we put them under pressure,
And they fall away.
Beams yield. Boards break.
The floor planks vibrate. House shakes.
You hit the pound, I'm sure you like it a lot.
You peel the paint off the walls 'cause you're afraid to rock,
Collecting all the signatures you need to purify your data.
It's been awhile since I've seen you this clean, and that disturbs me.
I don't know what it means.
How far along are you in your pregnancy?
You call his name,
But it's your flexing back that's important to the colony's claim.
Hold up the shuddering frame.
Turn it off, unsupported-
Clear a path with a chemical flame.
