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Frankenstein's Adam

We all know the Hollywood cliche
Vivid green skin, tall black hair
Bolts on the side of his neck
Broken speech filled in by grunts
Truly a hideous unbearable thing
A huge monster, a front to god

What a Stark difference from the book
With his corpse pallet skin
His stitches hidden by a surgeons hand
Grotesquely tall and built like a tank
With hands from dock workers
Legs from a miner and the brains of a poor poet

Parts and pieces stolen from the poor
The beautiful poor that fit the doctors needs
His creation was beautifully sewn together
Fresh corpses, the perfect pieces
The dedication to true masculine power
Imagine what he made with the idea of presenting it to men

Doctor Frankenstein, why does Hollywood think you'd make an ugly man?
He was inhumanely beautiful, made of the best parts
Perfect heart, the purest lungs, the best pieces
Fit for a god, fit for display
I bet he was your gaydream

Masculine gaze brought to life
Male envy brought to reality
Arms to kill for, thighs to die for
All those things men fight to possess now
In the book he spoke with elegance
Bet you found a real smart brain in the gutter

Tell me, Frankenstein, did you really just rob graves?
Or slip some coins into a killers hands
To get that perfect head of hair?
Were you really into women? Tell the truth now
How did it feel to watch your fantasy come to life?
Did you turn away in horror because he wasn't what you thought he'd be?

That the dream you built would destroy your life
I guess he wasn't what you thought he'd be
Fully capable of fully using that brain you put into his head
Fully capable of using that perfect body you made for him
So perfect in every way except the way you wanted
The way you needed him to be
Frankenstein you stupid science twink

Oh, Frankenstein, when he cornered you tell me you didn't appreciate the sight
Him standing tall and destroying you with heartfelt words of rage
When he dismantled the life you built on lies
When he requested, no, blackmailed you to make him a mate
And when you called him monster and he told you no
That his name is Adam.


Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
Published
Author's Note
Adam Frankenstein was hot. Period. Fight me.
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