Hubcap Eyeballs
You can wash out your eyeballs
With the fads of the flyblown youth
But you’ll never be able to read a novel again
Because your eyes will have turned into hubcaps
And when those hubcaps are stolen from your skull
And you call in the cavalry to try to lasso the hubcaps back
From the thieving milliners who stole them from your head in the first place
The cavalry will just laugh at you, and blame you for everything that’s happened
To your hubcap eyeballs
Because,
After all,
What were you thinking?
Your dopey eyewash has deionized your entire head
And no Pope would ever be seen anywhere near your deionized head
So who cares about your hubcaps?
Put that in your eyeshot and inhale it deeply, like a desolate glacier sliding through the ocean
Wait, no, don’t do that, you’ll get an infection.