Dinosaurs Are Dead Poem by orangecat bluebandanna

Dinosaurs are dead.
Pretend to believe in dinosaurs
Like triceratops with three horns
Jutting out of his armor forehead
Or pterodactyls soaring in and out of cloud mist
Skimming peaks of mountain ranges.

They are all in the ground now
So let’s grab the shovels
And make some holes.

Stegosaurus
with armor and swords marching
Up it’s spinal column.
Mowing down fields of weeds and grass
Conquering the verdure of tracts.

Varicolored imaginations of fictional beings
Living once on the ground we now stampede on.
Once afraid of tar
We use to our potential
To drive around in 2 ton cars
Fueled with gas releasing smog that killed off the sun
To give chills to tyrannosaurus and trachodons
Killing off all the species.

Now we live as raptors
Hunting down communities
Slowly bringing our own into extinction
For thundering, lizard, brontosaurus-size cars and mansions,

Well, if i find a brick
I’ll bring it home
To build a new house,
Towering over any dinosaur!
So
I
can exist.