Treasure Island

Genevieve Pilat

(02/1991 / New Jersey, USA)

Super Glue


If you break the vase mommy loved
While running around the living room
Super glue can fix it up
And save you from troubled doom.

If you rip the head of your sister’s doll
While playing a game of make believe
Super glue can fix it up
And will give you great relieve.

If your science project falls apart
And the project’s due the next day
Super glue can fix it up
And you’ll pass the class anyway.

If the coffee table breaks and collapses
From the crazy party night
Super glue can fix it up
And everything will be alright.

If the guy you love for life
Loves another and decides to depart
Could you trust in super glue
To fix your broken heart?

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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