There is a beast,
Warm-blooded and breathing,
And lying
Smack,
Head
First
Legs
Sprawled,
Prone on a bed.
Comfortable, to say the least.
That day it woke
Me up with a
BANG.
BOOM.
The Lion of a doorbell,
It's roar in high definition.
And I jumped,
Running through my slacks,
Through the blackhole of clothes
And coffee-stained fabric,
And boy I forgot to shave;
It ran past the mirror,
With the legs of a dead bird,
carcass flying through mid air
Feathers in full flight,
Or fight response.
Awake the being,
Posses the body:
I am the leviathan,
And I look wonderful this morning.
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