Page Ten

Zoned out, Toned out,

the boy dreamed of Phoned out,

Sodas, burgers, fries: all SUPERSIZE

The hangral demise,

Guttural feline cries,

Telling tales of emptiness inside.

So burst forth flame,

From fiery Dame.

Scalding ignorame.

A Hunger Game.

Blame the days the boy had seen

Dawns and Dusks without a plate to clean.

He walked away, "How could he be so obscene?"

Arrien did not understand what this would mean.

Away walked the boy,

Not wanting to toy,

But to deploy,

and Destroy,

One bird of alloy,

Built solely to annoy.

A lumber horse to Troy

Enough had the boy, of a plan so coy.

Arrien would not have this, not without rage,

she sheathed behind gritted teeth of sinny smile.

An honor this was, and honor this is,

Monstur has beseeched you this honor, this gift,

"Don't you dare leave, you ignorant child!

Don't you understand SACRED?"

Steaming, she smiled.

"This Bird Named Monstur,

Now that part I get.

Meeting this beast,

Is my great life regret.

Its rude, and its harmful.

My eyes nearly ripped,

From the very sockets,

by which they are gripped.

I ran in a panic, the bird holding tight.

Colliding with a tree, in my lack of sight.

Stemming from a facial attack in the night.

-Or maybe it was day, I don't remember

that's not the point- This band's been dismembered.

The day is falling, so I really must go,

Good luck finding someone for this gift you bestow."

Monstur was aware of the words being said

He gave a thumbs up, nodding his horned haloed head.