Humour

(A slam I wrote right before Pacem's annual poetry slam, which had all of four contestants. A great night. This one is kind of goofy.)

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I am an
Animal.
Ferocious,
Hungry,
And ready to kill.
My bitten nails have transformed into claws;
My horrible eyesight has changed into keen, observing things;
My teeth have sharpened to points;
And my weird alto voice used most of the time for chorus-low dangerous snarls.
The hallways of my school are now jungle paths;
The teachers enemies,
My friends, companions in hunting;
All other anonymous students shall be torn to shreds by my pack and I.
We charge through the jungle,
Racing effortlessly past others,
sometimes shoving an enemy to the forest floor, Read more »