I'm not afraid of the galganaut,
Peering out from his overgrown huddle,
Inside his hole in the brook,
That I once mistook,
For the water faeries',
Hide-n-seek cove.
I won't fall for his,
***** ol' tricks,
And bluffs -
That slick beast,
In his feast, on those,
Deserving, the least -
The slow and naive,
Who believe what they see,
But, refuse to see,
What's there.
That cove has eyes,
If you'd just look inside!
Garish and eating,
Your soul,
Before its looks,
Reel you in,
With its hooks,
Of tin,
That you cradle,
Simply, 'cause
You can.
A victim, no more,
To the galganaut,
And his tendencies,
Toward swift,
Deception.
For, what?
I don't know,
But, to me,
He's no more.
I have whited him from,
My reality.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:27 PM UTC
I'm not afraid of the galganaut,
Peering out from his overgrown huddle,
Inside his hole in the brook,
That I once mistook,
For the water faeries',
Hide-n-seek cove.
I won't fall for his,
***** ol' tricks,
And bluffs -
That slick beast,
In his feast, on those,
Deserving, the least -
The slow and naive,
Who believe what they see,
But, refuse to see,
What's there.
That cove has eyes,
If you'd just look inside!
Garish and eating,
Your soul,
Before its looks,
Reel you in,
With its hooks,
Of tin,
That you cradle,
Simply, 'cause
You can.
A victim, no more,
To the galganaut,
And his tendencies,
Toward swift,
Deception.
For, what?
I don't know,
But, to me,
He's no more.
I have whited him from,
My reality.
© 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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