Monday, September 29, 2014

The Boxtrolls: A Poetic Meditation

"My fear is greater than your fear



for to support my terror I








have automatic ammunition



at such speeds that cannot be seen.



I have clubs and armors.



I have motors and missiles and mortars.




What have you?




Barely a toothpick to poke me with?




Your fear is but a paltry thing--




mine is the greater concern





that you must acquiesce to




as I crush you beneath my boot.



I must control and destroy your little life






for you inconvenience my comfort."

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