The word is out
The beast is loose
The frog is drinking all the rivers
The hungry, hungry for compliments caterpillar has eaten the village
The Harry Potter is hoarding all of the sorcerer’s stones or some shit
Your ego is wild and free
Unchecked
And ruining your social interactions
Your craft and soul
Arm yourself
With the rifle of your self loathing
And the ammunition of your mistakes
Counted one by one
Felt ploughing through the small of your back
Clothe yourself
In the garb of the hunter
The shitty webcomic t-shirt that your wife hates
The worn track pants you got for free
You don’t know where or who from
Go barefoot in the wild
Shod in scars and dirt, feet unwashed before bed
Lie in the scabies of your unwanted arrogance
Find the beast
Great and hairy
Clawed and fanged
Hiding in the wilderness
Preying on the weak
Your insecurities
Your lacks and wants
Harm it and degrade it
Bring it down and down
Into the dust
Chained and torn
And after it lies there
At your mercy
Take it home
Leash it and feed it
Scraps at first, the leftovers from your miseries
Then meals
Bacon and eggs
Club sandwiches
Roast meat, peas and gravy
Shave your beast naked and cold
Wash it
Brush its hair
Cut its claws and blunt its fangs
Tame it
Call it new names, slave names
Self confidence
Drive
(I always liked Banjo)
Teach it tricks
Let it do new things
Make it earn its place in your world
And when your beast is new
Beautiful and unrecognisable
Ride it
Skydekkerix 