A Primitive Reptile Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I've just been told off for being an uncouth beast
in conversation, interrupting everyone in the most
overbearing manner, since my family is used to me
as a fading wall-flower quiet in the corner I was in-
formed in a most charming, condescending way

That I was required to hold my tongue, I'm as ire-
levant as my dear Conan the Barbarian dad, just as
egoistic as the Queen of Hearts; as overpowering as
Attila the Hun, my eldest brother - the family connec-
tion surfaces again, denoting me a pest in society

With what little dignity I had left I withdrew to my
laptop and looked up child prodigies concluding
that early demise is the only solution to lives like
mine, without talent, courage or meaning, a life
in which I pester my own little family so that

The kids run when they see me come - my superior
better half explains - and I cringe, so this is the end
of my life which held such dreams when I was young,
now the roses past are all forgotten, I shall not leave
anything for others, only laments about my life as

A stupid little crocodile who can't wait to tackle the
afterlife as physical life is not conducive to making
any spiritual progress - the Lord and Master of the
Crocodile Castle - Scorpio with an untamed sting in
his tail, burns up and emerges like a Phoenix

Leaving this crocodile behind - I can only progress
when my mind is freed from my crocodilian head
which seems to be anchored to a lonely existence
as a primitive reptile who once walked the earth
with dinosaurs - and can't adapt to modern life

[13 January 2015]