::via www.digitaljournal.com
When I was older - I was a giant
I would rise in the west like a siren
shake the candy from my broken heart
and attack sleepy miniature villages
eating office buildings like stacks of waffles
dousing them with crude oil syrup
tearing open water towers to slake my thirst
squeezing city buses like tubes of cookie dough
My reign of terror lasted
until there was nothing left to smash
and then it was nap time