Bradypodion pumilum

Written by: Glenn McCrary

For each morning that spawns
I evade your virulent dialect
Each syllable born of your orifice

Is embellished by grisly tones
As helpless I am forsaken
To canker in ire

To awake is to honor the culture of the universe
Though your miserly revelry ceases to deliver amity
Whilst your exploits wither into oblivion