The Blob
I have no ear to here you beg
The Blob
I came to Earth in a meteor.
I have but one goal,
find food to further,
how big I will grow.
You cannot hide you see.
I can get though a small crack.
I will make you a part of me.
There is no going back.
I have no arm to grab you.
I move without a leg.
Think is something I don’t do.
I have no ear to hear you beg.
I will eat a croaking frog.
I do not have a care.
I will eat a barking dog.
I’ll consume a growling bear.
I do not love my food.
I am not one to hate.
I have no bad moods.
I am the last act of your fate.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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