Waiting To Be Born
Why slouch toward Bethlehem,
PA or otherwise—
you monsters stand tall and straight,
else your knobbly backs
will hurt like Hades after a few thousand years;
no, we’ll kick more human ass
that way, tails more Godzilla than Jennifer Lopez,
ankylosaur knob at the tip,
big enough and tough enough,
to knock tanks into the next street or week,
and these rotund babies,
with their comb overs and pumpkin faces,
pillaging their own mangers—
they ain’t seen nothing yet.
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