and my backbone seems
to be diminishing,
but it's a little bit
like diminishing returns--
rather more appropriately
said returns on diminishing
because:
I feel okay about things,
there just isn't much food.
But I am getting leaner
and require less.
There is much resistance
but I am powerful
and power thru.
It has been said:
the hungry dog hunts best,
and so I guess I'm on safari.
Prepare the Serengeti for
my arrival God:
I am famished
and your population of
wild antelope might
take a hit soon.
I am coming for you life!
A lean and powerful
hunter stalks your trail.
I smell the blood of
your wounds--
as a result of the last
swipe I took at you.
I see the broken limbs
that mark your trail--
making it easier to
stay on top of your path.
I feel the warmth
of your excrement--
exciting my knowledge
that you must not be far.
I hear your howls in
the middle of the night--
you are valiant, worthy
prey, and so you taunt me.
I taste the nectar
of the inevitable--
a meeting of the
minds... as it were.
Superheroes don't take
the subway,
guys carrying boxes
of syringes do.
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