fear is not the product
of a butter lover's effort
especially when peanuts are involved
and dragon's breath should never smell
like a thousand burning picnics
or a first grade child's homemade lunch
that has met a sooty end
now the townsfolk wonder
are you just a fleshy chimney
oh scary brute that cannot even thunder out
an unmuffled, treacherous roar
what a sad thing to be so ferocious
and have yet one vice
that keeps you helplessly docile to the world
how one good thing could hinder
and could help, depending on the view the vision is seen from
eat your peanut butter
if only in solitude
your wings are enough to carry you away
from ridiculing faces
that would soon be victims upon your very satisfied return
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