I finally got to reading today,
You know,
The "Big Book"
The one with the books, and the verses
And the words inspired

That one

And I read through James
Realized I need to clean my tongue with more than a tongue-scrubber

And I started reading Jeremiah;
I felt this overwhelming urge to write.

To just, spill a couple letters, here and there, on paper
I'm here now
I'm trying
I'm here now
And I see

I've been crumbling under bitterness
Anger, resentment
misanthropy
[oooh, big words]

And I've realized a couple of things
That I really need to work on, moving forward

Welcome to adulthood, son.
Your Father will see you now.

In the center of town
The center of town
The center
The town
The bleak sky
oppressing the citizens
not caught in the tidal waves of blood
left over in the streets
where the quad-group
had been

The buildings reduced to rubble
In the wake of the far-larger beast

Po had picked scent
Tinky had bled another dry
Lala was in full speed dash
And Dipsy was pouncing on another victim

Godzilla knew not of the approaching
group
Instead, otherwise focused on ships
hailing bullets
As he swatted yet another jet

He picked up scent

But by then
It was far too late
The group was upon him
And the desired what he held inside:
His... insides

I won't describe the battle.
We shall call it climactic.
I won't describe the ending
We'll call it dramatic
I won't describe this poem
We'll call it insipid

I hope you enjoyed this two-parter
Now to drown myself in alcoholic liquid.

Death, and the stench of decay


Kaiju, Lala,
Kaiju, Po,
Kaiju, Dipsy,
Kaiju, Tinky-Winky.

From the depths of the seas came roars and quakes unimaginable
And from the depths of childhood dreams, and twisted realities came something far worse than we had ever imagined

Tongue-firmly in cheek
I can manage no longer
For the sake of this story
I must be stronger

The mountains trembled at the feet of the behemoth
The mighty lizard-creature
Stamping across cities as if they were
school grounds
Smoke lit the path

Lord only knows how the childhood characters turned
Deathly aberrations,
but alas, one cannot die quickly enough
When faced with one of those
Seemingly fuzzy
Creatures
Ripping flesh
As you stare, losing life,
Staring at their tv-like chests

But the clash of the beasts was one for the books
Godzilla, the kaiju,
with a killer flame
And a terrible temper

And the zombified tv group: the telletubbies
With their great speed,
voracious hunger
And general thirst for flesh

For what purpose did these titans clash?
Solely so we'd speak of it for centuries;
of that I'm sure.

Grumbles and mumbles
as my inner workings tumble
And all my kindness
packs its bags for someplace
fuller

Left alone, just me and the bone
to pick with plenty of meat left
clinging all 'round

I snarl, I gloom
I stare 'round the room
and I impatiently await
food entering my face

Hungrily angry
Hangry for short
Don't come near me,
until I've eaten,
good sport.