Facilitated Foot Agony

It's coming!
It's coming!
I can hear it clonking closer,
closer now!
Oh it is me?
It is me that I hear.
Yes
Owww.
It is definitely me,
that explains a lot.

I feel so powerful,
so intimidating,
so game to eat small children for breakfast
and regurgitate them
in order to force feed their
Already Been Chewed
corpses to any lurking hungry fool.

So in pain
I mean owww--
I mean pain is nothing--
not in the broad scheme
of the epic feat my elevated
heels are fated to face.
Toe agony means naught
on this gnarly night.
Look out hungry fools!
I feel small children craving
escape from the cage
that is my ribs.