i shudder to heed the animal i’ve become:
once a wolf untamed -
now a lost puppy, squealing for his mum.
a saintly pelican, i thought meself back in the day,
with a bill so big as my heart would weigh;
now, but a vulture feeding on the remains
of unfortunate cows: with a crooked bill, i prey.
a scorpion’s sting could go in vain
on skin like a crocodile’s - that’s proof of pain.
a chicken on the run?... or the bloodhound that caught her?
nah - more like a pig for slaughter.
a rattlesnake in hiding with its venom depleted,
i long to emerge a phoenix: find my mission, then complete it.
purge meself of the twisted worm:
eat it - like a songbird, mistreated.
a lion on the prowl, i show no remorse.
i sail like a shark that's long been defeated.
anyway - i should get off my high horse;
the parasite’s more... deep-seated.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:50 AM UTC
i shudder to heed the animal i’ve become:
once a wolf untamed -
now a lost puppy, squealing for his mum.
a saintly pelican, i thought meself back in the day,
with a bill so big as my heart would weigh;
now, but a vulture feeding on the remains
of unfortunate cows: with a crooked bill, i prey.
a scorpion’s sting could go in vain
on skin like a crocodile’s - that’s proof of pain.
a chicken on the run?... or the bloodhound that caught her?
nah - more like a pig for slaughter.
a rattlesnake in hiding with its venom depleted,
i long to emerge a phoenix: find my mission, then complete it.
purge meself of the twisted worm:
eat it - like a songbird, mistreated.
a lion on the prowl, i show no remorse.
i sail like a shark that's long been defeated.
anyway - i should get off my high horse;
the parasite’s more... deep-seated.
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