Alligarto
They want to peel the skin off of me like Ed Gein but I won’t leave without a six piece or a leg and a thigh. You can keep the drink, this swamp water would be enough for me. American breed and not no chinese, pumped up with extra bleed. When the chicken crosses the road, it is all fun and jokes. When the alligarto crosses the road, all the humans fold. Unless it is an Albino behind a thick glass, a whole bunch of knocking from people expecting to see heaven’s door. The men and women envy the leather on me, they wanna put my scales on the scale because it’s viewed as a luxury. Make the hunter work or else settle with plastic imitation of my leather, still has nothing on my shedded skin. The hunter don’t mind the swamp stench in trade for elegance but he won’t feed on me, thrown out in the hot sun for the gulf coast to eat. Ordering fish at the Bonefish grill with my skin on but won’t feed on me. I feed on the defeated even without the proper teeth for digesting, it’s a trophy. The church says i’m the leanest fish there will be, the science says i’m cousins with the beaks. Frog legs during a trip Europe before meeting me. It gets real ugly, you oughta had thick armor skin quite like me if you wanted outlive me. Tried to extinct me in the nineteen sixties, should have put me out of my misery when you had a chance. I outlived Hitler, Lead Belly, and Ed Gein. Relative to the dinosaur, i’ll be back for blood. Don’t put me on the television, let the gar do it instead. Stomachs turn when you see me in action, my gizzard stones turn like rolling stones in a machine when stone washing jeans. Gut is a whole crime scene, I made my bones from eating bones. The thieves besides the humans are those sly coopers, the cowards won’t meet me in the middle. Go out to sunbathe to boost metabolism and morale, those thieves are preventing for the continuation of the linage. I’ll high walk you down like a tank and death roll you around saturn, gone have to mouth breathe when you carry a lantern.