I like him in keeping
Once he bends forward
Jagged xanthous
Beside an enthused piece
Of the blue.
Before long
When he's malevolent
And gigantic,
Making terrorisation to me—
Being pendent.
He never seems
Sluggish rather
For his being—
Or for what intention
He dishes up.
Maybe it's barely me
Blowing Parokya ni Edgar,
Slouching under his siblings
Playing playhouse,
Having hitches
With his lifing
In any way.
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