Crocodile

 

A Crocodile has many teeth,

While I myself have few,

He’s also blessed with thickened skin,

Of me that’s just not true.

 

I’m hurt by trivia, hurt by slights,

No value in the pain,

But still and still I feel the bite,

As so called friends complain.

 

We do our best, we try and try,

But in the end just fail,

When wanting cake with every meal,

The bread of life seems stale.

 

The drink and drugs might fill the void,

The temporary ease,

But in the end they’re not an end,

And failing fail to please.

 

I used to work, twelve hours a day,

And that was not enough,

The money came in handy though,

Though life at times was rough,

 

A rifle for relationships,

A bullet to the soul,

What makes a man, his final words?

Can nothing make us whole.

 

Some solace in the history books,

The years of past mistakes,

The fallen empires, thwarted kings,

The over wagered stakes.

 

And then there’s death the arbiter.

Who cometh soon or late,

We argue and we justify,

But can’t escape his fate.

 

A Crocodile has many teeth,

And guile to send us still,

An ancient in his element,

Ambitious for the kill.

 

And yet we are the proud and prime,

The perfect and profane,

The likes of us were never seen,

Nor will be seen again.

 

When heavens locked and hell gapes wide,

We’ll all stand in the queue,

And grinning just like Crocodiles

Disclaim we never knew.