Mad – Vandal Poem of the Day

Jane, deceived by _____ time and again, should not _____ but she _____ and slept with

curled fists.

The rat catching a ride on the turtle wins _____. Ugly and coarse, but _____.

Beware of strangers who _____ and win your _____ and lick the sweat off your nose in

false _____, just to taste their own _____.

Do not trust in owls, in heads that spin. Heads should not spin nor stink, like ammonia in

the armpits, like a habit of _____.

Do not pause to watch insects _____ like dangling lights. Their soft speckled bodies, a

minutia of buzzing dandelion seeds, have already _____ you in the neck. Blood on their

spindle tongues. This is a metaphor for _____.

There are no wolves in this tale. Only handsome _____ with pea-green eyes who will tell

you: “You are as soft as _____.” Then, they will carefully cut _____ and _____.

Seek only the smallest kindness, of shaking out a pebble from a neighbor’s shoe, to do

unto others what you _____. Did you swallow _____?

Jane, called “intense.” Surely, heads spun, owl-struck, stating: “If only she _____.” Called

“feisty,” “talks too _____ or talks too _____.” Often: “Too smart for _____ good,” “I

never thought you’d be _____, looking like _____,” “you have big eyes for a _____,”

“curiously strong” or “_____weak,” or “it’s just _____ and it’s for the best.”

Her hair though, is the best, and is remarkably like kindling and okay for _____ to touch,

light, and ingest in flame, strand by _____. Ignore when she says _____ or _____. This is

_____ of Jane.

Jane rubbed salt all over her body to become a dissolving _____ and thusly, rightfully so,

_____ right out of this _____ world.