I will look with unglazed eyes
onto this nebulous existence
and I won’t hesitate to cut it
       with a knife, unsympathetic to those
who would hinder or impede me.
They are not my life, I am my life.
I cannot imagine not turning over

every last effulgent piece of
this Earth, and so I will
not leave one drink undrunk,
one feeling unfelt, one sigh
unsighed. I will take what this world has
by force; I am here but once, so do not
     stop me, block me, weather me in,

  it will fail. I am an intransigent
  being, uncompromising in my need,
   unforgiving in my ways, strident in
  my demands. Like a preservative,
   feral mother I won’t let the one
     I love become victim to famishment,
            and I am my child today.

I should have said no
But maybe it was fear
Or maybe the fact
that he's a Polar bear

He's got polar bear attitude
with polar bear teeth
And stands ten foot tall  
on his polar bear feet

He's the Killer King of the polar bear tribe
And he fully demanded, that I must subscribe

Subscribe to his annual magazine full of poems
edited by his famous brother, Jackson Holmes

Jackson is the one with artistic skill
While King Romero takes pleasure in the ****

He's threatened to devour people,
and haunted their dreams

then fed off of their, blood curdling,
Gruesome screams

But The magazine ain't so bad
And costs just eight bucks
But between you and me
It's written by some imprisoned ducks

I love you to death
To hell and back and again
I'd do anything.