Mr. Sting - A Poem
My desert friend; my confidant
Found in all the greatest haunts
For all the poison you disseminate
A love that won't discriminate
We humans that are brave enough
Cross species lines and pick you up
Only to quickly learn;
The biting pain for which we yearn
I feel I could shut my eyes
And rest forever here;
You could make a home
Out of my skull - Oh Stingy One!
These arid places you call home
You'll never need to roam alone
Beware the slithery devils whom
Sneak and slide right up on you
So battle-ready you must make;
How I hate those Goddamn Snakes
Inhabiting this god-forsaken place.
Mighty Crab of Land
You make me feel like quite a man;
Sting me, sting me, sting me thrice
Despite all of my mom's advice
I remain a faithful comrade
In your army
Of hard-shelled saber wielding warriors
So for now I pace these winding corridors
Waiting for my chance
To dance with death
My friend
Mr. Sting.
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