Godzilla

I am back in monster mode, Godzilla,
Stomping, willy-nilly, on your world,
Suburban sprawl. I roar. I'll burn
You with my breath, you poor,
Pathetic little thing. I see you crouch,
And whine and moan. I hear you
Say nothing to me. I'll let your
Boyfriend, Mr. Worm, escort you
To your destination: dullness,
Mediocrity, as I stomp on,
Rejected monster, bent on reaping
My revenge. In time, I'll move
Beyond your sprawl, and I may
Calm myself again, and treat
Another with the tenderness
I used to offer you, and I won't
Be in monster mode, and you won't
Mean a thing to me. You'll be
A mouse inside a trap, at home
With Mr. Worm.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-10-20 at 01:11

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