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Monsters of Invention
We give our lives monsters, oh how laughable.
Vampires on whose fangs drip the sauce of life;
Who slide into our imagination like a cock into a pussy.
Werewolves who rip, slice, and disembowl;
The uncontrolled monster that does what it likes.
Zombies who walk, and sometimes run, day and night;
They eat their human kin, like most, but in an unstoppable, neverending horde.
...But my creature I present to you....
A creature most foul of all that makes the rest seem tame....
...I present to you mankind.
Vampires on whose fangs drip the sauce of life;
Who slide into our imagination like a cock into a pussy.
Werewolves who rip, slice, and disembowl;
The uncontrolled monster that does what it likes.
Zombies who walk, and sometimes run, day and night;
They eat their human kin, like most, but in an unstoppable, neverending horde.
...But my creature I present to you....
A creature most foul of all that makes the rest seem tame....
...I present to you mankind.
Published 14th Jan 2014
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14th Jan 2014 10:38pm
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