Like The T-Rex Said To The Goat Poem by Paula Glynn

The predator out for the kill
Looking for a quick and powerful thrill
For she is a vicious killer
Enjoying the pain
Enjoying the fear
For she works for the devil
Doing the devil's will
Although never labelled insane
And never being to blame,

And her mind like a T-Rex
Where she leaves her victims perplexed
Her motivation strong
Her motivation pushing others along
For she is the T-Rex and - therefore -
Does no wrong
Even when her victims
Have to be strong
And face the pain that came along
For all victims to be strung along
Games to be vicious, bloody and wrong,

And like the T-Rex said to the goat:
‘You've got nothing over me
So why don't you gloat?
I am the T-Rex
And much bigger than you
You should see earlier
The other dinosaurs that flew
As soon as they knew
I was in the vicinity
With my teeth razor sharp
And my legs running fast,

And you - goat -
Are small and weak
And you are so scared
You don't even speak
As I stare down from above you
And know that you will bleed
And be swallowed in pieces
By my urge for raw meat
Knowing the hunger
Knowing the need,

But - goat -
I have some sympathy:
I know I am large
But you can have a head start
As I picture ripping out
Your goat heart
For you are small and insignificant
You matter nothing to me
I just want your blood
And I want your meat
And when I hear your goat screams
I will feast on your body
And remember the delicious taste
Of a goat life not gone to waste,

In my night-time dreams
Knowing I got you to scream
And left you in bloody pieces
The kind that only a T-Rex
Can cause, nightmares
Leaving others terrified
Throughout night-time dreams,
Where you run from me
Hoping to hide and disappear
But all I smell is your fear
And enjoy every moment
As I look at you and get near.'

This is what the T-Rex said to the goat.