That one's inscrutable
That stupid thing is
just what
I would do
Luckily I'm harmlessly
emasculated
We are so dim
Just the two or three
billion of us
But at least we're not
as bad as him
And his lady wife I'd
add
Up to her neck in
traits
That vie with Amber for
her throat
There's a dinosaur in
her gait
Look at those shortened
forearms
Look at that scaly back
Look at those razor
hard talons
Her jaw is ready to
snap you in ten
You puny man
Crunch your head
like a spuggies fart
Tear your limbs like
plucking beans
Pop your heart out like
a chestnut
All brown and shiny
In the dessication
Of your meat
This one's too good for
you
But I'll give it to you
nonetheless
May I call you
none-the?
Excuse me while I
wallow
In the wants I cannot
keep
In the wake I cannot
sleep
In the watch I cannot
wind
There's a gone to get
behind.
too good for you
too fuckn true.
too fuckn true.
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