vacuum
He finally bought a new vacuum.
Could they feel his brand new power?
See the carpet's godlike float?
Could they sense the cyclone starting?
Hear the rumble in its throat?
Could they see he had ascended?
Now the master of his home.
Could they tell all he had ended?
The omnipotence of his drone.
Did they fear him like the hallways?
Did they love him like the rugs?
Were they swept up like the cat hair?
Were they deafened like the bugs?
For all his life they told him,
There were limits to his might,
A ceiling on his suction,
An infinince of blight.
A truly dismal cap,
To all you can consume,
But he'd learned, in fact, it's endless,
If you buy the right vacuum.