The Admonitory Allegory Poem by Leon Agnew

The beast with two hearts!
I hear it approach,
It will, surely, it will,
Upon our thoughts encroach.
Run, my son, lest ye be a fool,
And become its poor slave,
Or weapon, or tool!
Run, my son, lest its beauty ye love,
Lest its heart you desire,
Lest its body be your cove.
At which point you've failed.
You've blown it, you're dead.
You've done thrown away yourself,
You've done lost your head!
Run, my son, lest ye be a damned fool!
It'll take you and make you,
Something that's... not cool!
Oh, listen to me, all full of words,
All full of apprehension,
All full of curds.
Sitting alone in my dank old man's chair,
Oh, my son!
The beast with two hearts, do beware!