Plagued Ailment
On the edge with a few pegs down the gut
Hideous images to see in mirrors
Must you shock others to this reality?
There is no scrimmage between our talents.
I was looking for my whiskers to twitch
Powder the facial turf to gloss the lips
Darkness swamped my mind with timidity
For I murmured my thoughts to hear you roar.
Lord help me for today I saw a Lion
What if I see a Dinosaur tomorrow?
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