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Bandage the Beast
Ergo the cause, trapped under paw
of the infinite ugly,
can be assumed lost by now.
What a mug on the monster;
that trundling behemoth
made too horrid to consume.
Let's dress it with pink ribbon,
paint its claws a fuchsia, burnt;
nurse it back from blight with song
just before it carries on
waging against those who try
to defy the status quo.
It continues leaving prints
from when its feet meet their chests
whilst rumbling overhead,
and all that's said in solace
is, "I've given all I can --
look at the moments I've spared."
