Paperwork.
I live it everyday
press my shirt
say please, thank you,
you're welcome
politely comes the dollar
bill.
Good
thing I keep my dragon
locked heavy under
chain
deep in the cellar.
What a mess he'd be in the
office,
breaking all the
furniture
ruining the carpet
generally undermining
productivity.
Oh,
there'd be some upside,
sure,
he being the only honest
creature
ever to set foot in the
place
the first member of the
workforce
I ever looked in the eye,
and the first
who ever looked back
unashamed
nowhere to be
none to impress
just a
Yes,
I am He:
gaze upon Me and My
glorious scales
at your own
peril.
The
press, the police
the national guard would
all be out
in an hour. The university
professors
living on the opinion of
others would cry,
don't kill the beast
we must humiliate it
first
strip it, skin it, dissect
it
for it might not know how
great we are.
How
much more plain
ignorance becomes
when silhouetted against
blinding pride.
No,
I could not let my dragon
near civility
and the foul triumph of
mediocrity;
it is far to bestial for
beasts.
But
sometimes, when the
incantation is right
the poison
the rhythm
the body
he gets free anyway
killing millions.