What should I crunch,
On today,
A mealy worm full of,
Protein and magic mushrooms,
Green, red, or silver,
Delicious in every form,
Kind of like rises Aron I,
In a twisted reduction,
The breed of a thousand,
Pairs of moccasins surrounded by grass,
Black, white, grey,
Like a dog that has had too much sun,
Fireworks spreading the 4th of July,
Through what was thought,
Of as the roaring fire,
Caught Benji’s mustache in an arch of his,
Mouth opening,
Twitching along with the,
Movement we all figure,
Through a mid-day munch,
Run away, Alex is here for us all.
Dinosaur.
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Like Dhar below, I am wondering where dinosaurs fit in here...is it the reference to 1000 moccasins surrounded by grass, like the dinos. The poem is great but....maybe a footnote to explain the ref.
I feel so lost as I don't understand this. I feel that I'm missing some context 😅