My Dinosaur Life
I feel like a Dinosaur.
While all of you are busy trying to decide whether you're
happy, mad, sad,
or just in love,
I am busy being a Dinosaur.
Specifically, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
I feel big, strong, and clumsy.
I could rip skyscrapers from their roots,
while bumping into the neighboring buildings.
I could drain the Niagara Falls
after stumbling across lush forest.
I am a fearsome predator,
and kid's favorite plastic toy.
Every step I take crushes and crumbles.
Every time I turn my tail whips and smashes the world around me.
Everything these claws touch is shredded.
I try to stretch out my hand for help, for forgiveness,
but I'm always
just
out
of
reach.
Every move I make hurts someone.
Then, I remember why dinosaurs are extinct.
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