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Milking The Dragon





Some curse the dragon and the fire

he spells his name with,

I learned a long time ago that pouring milk

upon the toes of his cracked sidewalks

would send him spiraling into hiding behind the gravel

where rocks once stood proud among the ruins of a temple

that never fully became structured

because of a foundation of lies and disfigurement

and the slinging of weeds as the seed to grow on,

while compassion and truth were left knocking on the door

of ill repute.





Come out Come out wherever you are!

I just wanna play

sadly all I get are peek-a-boo look arounds

what I call boomerang potshots

using richochet bullets made for the winkies and twinkies

of your underground savages that think you're

the great one,

I wonder what God thinks about that?





I know we're not a match made in Heaven

but I'm willing to come down to your level,

I believe I can stand the heat

have quite a few times before.

Even if you decide not to run this time

to hide

and you breathe on me with that hot breath,

Remember



I still got Milk.