Rubber Bands 2

@naaviie @sjw @Irrational_Kimmi

Here's the explanation,
That you haven't been expecting,
It's a government creation,
That my mind is redirecting.

It's my drawer of coloured rubber bands,
It really is a treat,
As I work them with my rubber hands,
I work them with my feet.

I apply them to my eyebrows,
And I wind them round my wrist,
And I also give them out to cows,
But that's another gist.

As I wear them, I hear voices,
Telling me to joke and dress,
They are telling me to joke with death,
And dress to grave's impress.

They are telling me just how and when,
The world will come to die,
They are letting me listen to them,
And hear their rambled cry.

But, there's something else, that so resides,
Within my secret drawer,
To a single rule, it naught abides,
It bears the maxim Phwoar.

So, I hold it high, towards the sky,
This secret relic's wrath,
As, upon my hand, it so shall fly,
It scripts its epitaph.

It's a single cube, of virgin light,
Its taste is sweeter than dark time,
It holds the key to every night,
My sugar cube is quite sublime.