Prophet (Quippet No. 3)

[Somewhere near miracle street, Pennsylvania Station]

The apocalypse is etched in his sagging eyes

More bombastically than poster-board repentance

Nostradamus lullabies quell his poetry;

His lips parched for the Blood of Christ

Monsters Incorporated

A stupid angry poem about real monsters. Title stolen from the movie because it fits rather well.

Parents can tell their kids

That monsters aren’t real

 

But I know the truth

 

I know for a fact that monsters are all around us

And they don’t even hide in the dark

They make the front page news

Run our schools

Run our government

Run our lives