Sunday, August 14, 2011

From a pest's perspective:
I am a god with no tribute;
I am a random force
Of nature, acting out
In ways it just doesn't understand.

A notyetsleeping giant
Who has found a bug in the bed.
Protective of my massive borders,
I may maim or kill, or be merciful;
Never too particular in my motives.

Stumbling drunk with power
I may stagger and stomp,
But my want to retire
May mean a harmless flick-and-a-prayer.
Casting off flies with no line tied
Back to this listless force.

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