Wes Corona
10-30-2015, 08:14 AM
It has a right wing,
And a left one too.
But can it fly?
It doesn’t try.
It’s body is bloated.
It lumbers around,
It casts many spells
As it sits on the ground.
There are many tongues,
Within this beast.
The speech incoherent,
At times when it speaks.
When it does talk, it speachafies.
With made-up words,
And innocuos phrases,
It offers no answers,
But questions, it raises.
With it’s two heads,
It still cannot see,
It can’t find the way,
It cannot agree.
It has a coating of armor,
To shield itself,
It lives by it’s rules.
And considers us fools
Once in it’s lair,
It meets no harm.
It sweeps away foes,
With a great long arm.
There is no way,
To control this beast.
It fattens itself.
We are it’s feast.
And a left one too.
But can it fly?
It doesn’t try.
It’s body is bloated.
It lumbers around,
It casts many spells
As it sits on the ground.
There are many tongues,
Within this beast.
The speech incoherent,
At times when it speaks.
When it does talk, it speachafies.
With made-up words,
And innocuos phrases,
It offers no answers,
But questions, it raises.
With it’s two heads,
It still cannot see,
It can’t find the way,
It cannot agree.
It has a coating of armor,
To shield itself,
It lives by it’s rules.
And considers us fools
Once in it’s lair,
It meets no harm.
It sweeps away foes,
With a great long arm.
There is no way,
To control this beast.
It fattens itself.
We are it’s feast.