It isn’t laziness that
Keeps me in my bed
The sheets corrupted by the
Night before
Lying wait – a tiger to the day –
Predator and spectator both
To all the tasty delights
That pass me by.
I thump my tail quite menacingly.
Nervously, the creatures stir,
Their every flesh arousing to me
My thick and fibrous tongue
That roils in my mouth
Battering the vicious enamel of my teeth.
eleanor j jackson 