Frankenstein Tea Party

Monsters of conceit that human beings create, With fantastic forms and shapes and strength decorate; Licensing to love, loath, lust, lie, lure and loiter, Wretched then; dare to kill the very creator... Scientific ambition, sure, is creative, What, if, the creator is made a fugitive? Playing God, indeed, is a sin forgivable, What, if, one thinks himself as God adorable? Was Frankenstein's fantastic frantic tea party, Amusements of bourgeoisies- sporty, haughty? Or like politics played around the world today, Mudslinging, slandering, tricky, dirty, and stray? The monster was not a single entity whole, He was pieces of flesh and bones put in a roll; Race, caste, color, creed interests, and biases, Had made him the best bundle of paradoxes... He, like a battery robot, functioned so well, When his cell got exhausted like his will he fell; When re-charged with hearty feelings he soon arose, When his master could not contain, his tantrum throws… Frankenstein's party is a pandemonium, Full of fear, havoc, chaos, madness, and mayhem; The monster was created by master-power, Master was overpowered and towered over! We create monsters in our image and likeness, We fill them with fancies and desires and coyness; Frankenstein's tea party has great lessons to teach, Monsters must be mastered - the goal of life to reach. 07 August 2021 Frankenstein tea party 2021 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joe Maverick