I...am a turtle
And turtles, much like people, must eat.
Though I live a long time, I am not immortal.
I move through life slowly, but the hare I did beat.
My body doesn’t require much.
My metabolism is not quick.
But relying on leaves just feels like a crutch.
I see these fat children, so happy and thick.
Whatever they must be consuming keeps their bodies blooming.
I watch as they come and go, from the building with the big yellow M,
And think to myself, how might I get in.
I’m not quick enough for this dangerous breed.
Many of my cousins have gone extinct because of their greed.
And just like that, a gift from Master Oogway himself,
I’ve found my own hidden elf on the shelf.
A crispy golden nugget accidentally dropped on the ground,
Beckoning me to go towards this crowded compound.
I avoid each car, making sure to keep hidden.
But the crispy treat continues to move as if I was forbidden.
But like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,
I continued to follow, keeping hope in my heart that I may bite it and swallow.
But to my dismay, it continues to roll,
The establishment was built on an incline of gravel.
I chase it as best as a turtle can,
But a fat little **** cuts me off in his van.
After he passes, the golden nugget still rolls.
Until it falls into a drain, forever lost in a hole.
If you were to ask me what would be my personal doomsday
I would tell you this story,
About the nugget that got away