I’ve heard about you, the way your name is
Sewer alligator, urban legend, fantastical story scaling the underground labyrinth
Just like how you have been rumoured to be standing before
Pretty words, sunshine warmth, even the light on my closed eyelids
I was armed with the knowledge of your dangers
Except I’ve got a weakness for pretty things, I am drawn to
The pretty in un-pretty and the light on the outlines of your silhouette,
Come at me you big ugly twist yourself into hideous trigonometry
Or shape shift into calculus you will make my pen tremble regardless.
This will not end well for me I suppose but I want that light behind you I want you
To side step when I hurtle at you full throttle I will
Face plant break bones and get battered ugly but I would
Have had what I wanted.
I love pretty things, including undamaged status quo, so before we have to get ugly
Kindly move aside and spare yourself from me and let me pass
Won’t you?
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