Bow Down

Ah! Yes! My people
Bow before me
I am not god
But still
I stand here you see
Tall
And proud
In the knowledge
That you all exist,
Subservient and cowed
Purely
To serve my needs
To collect
And scatter
And protect my seeds
Ah yes! I!
The king of the gene pool
Pity you all
As I look over you
Seeing you all as fool
Insignificant
A dying genetic line, impure
My children
Will feed
On your bodies' manure

....

Oh! I am so the best!


Terry Rhiannyr
July, 2012