Jurassic Prison
A Dinosaur’s view
I’m a dinosaur trying to escape my master’s prison. You call it Jurassic Park, I call it Jurassic Prison.
From the moment I was born they threw the book at me. Now I sit where all the human tourist come to look at me.
I come from a time when human kind was none and now humans come here to stare at my kind for fun.
I’m locked up with no place to roam. Now humanity has made this little place my home.
They wanna see the raptors, they wanna see Rex, but if we were free this isn’t the place they’d wanna be next.
Like Dr. Malcolm said, we dinosaurs will outlast this prison. They can’t keep us here forever in Jurassic Prison.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Very cleverly done!
I am enjoying your dinosaur slam poetry so much that I couldn’t resist including this sensational slam in my story: https://vocal.media/writers/angie-s-artefacts-iii 🙃
Nice work!
Yayyyyy I want all the dinosaurs to break free hehehehehehehe
😅 Phew! Glad I’m here & he’s there!😵💫 Loved ‘They wanna see the raptors, they wanna see Rex, but if we were free this isn’t the place they’d wanna be next.’.. certainly not me 🥺 This is brilliant and is set to become a top Rap song ✅
Great flow and unique perspective!