Our Rebellious Man-made Wasteland

We are hiding away in the walk in closet

Taking turns watching the door knob

In our hundred year old house

One lamp, not much else

And once the bulb is hot

We burn coloured plastic

Watching the bubbles of thick melting goo and

Smelling up the wood

Sometimes catching fire

And making crispy edged holes

In our rebellious man-made wasteland

We are careful to watch the knob

For any signs of turning