Monday, March 31, 2014

But Doctor, you can't be serious!

The Monster Test
(A First of April Sonnet)

Abomination serum in a chest,
Gleaming urns of plasma, row on row,
Rubied vials of reptile genes -- I know
That I am ready for the monster test.
To synthesize and carve shall call for skill,
And vaults of courage that my heart commands;
My chemistry, designed to curse and kill
Shall bring forth nightmares into sleeping lands.

The generations of my rancid brain
Shall make the world a charnel house by night;
My legacy of acid-spewing pain
Shall scar the human species into fright.
Prepare then, for a carnival of hate!
And maybe then you'll ask me for a date.

-- Tuesday, April 1, 2014.

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