A Complex Beasty

I was walking along the street one day

When I looked into a station

With gas and food and purple cars

To see a funny creation

It had two heads and fifty arms

And a hundred weaving feet

A club with spikes and bells and whistles

And I prayed we’d never meet!

He stormed along that dreary street

Throwing screaming people

And crushing cars beneath his feet

As like you would a beetle

I went to him, the brute, and asked,

“Why are you killing for thrill?”

He looked at me with a million eyes and said,

“I’m a health care bill!”