Stress Test

by joke_curdle · 17/01/2026
Published 17/01/2026 19:30

The Ticonderoga is a mangled wreck

I found while trying to sign a check.

You used to chew it like a leather strap

whenever the budget fell into a trap.


The wood is pulped, a splintered yellow skin

around a heart of graphite, sharp and thin.

I can still see the divots where your jaw

tried to grind the debt into something raw.

#debt #financial #material decay

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