This Vessel is for Thee

When the eyes of the winged thing
Stare into your empty soul
You will scream like a hefty rat.

When the talons of the winged thing
Grapple you like a big man
And throw you to the ground like a salty pancake
The worms will not befriend you.

When the winged thing bellows at you
Like a cowboy on an elephant
You will cry like a snowman under the sun.

So before you melt away
Whistle a tune,
Slow and simple enough to last,

And cling to that moment,
Wrap your eight arms around it
Like an arachnid
And with your final strength
Poop a web.

Ahoy Elephant Cowboy! Ahoy!
This vessel is for thee!