#this is both my first completed poem and most heavily political art I've made so far

[hasellia]

Instead of studying my statistics, I wrote lyrics that came out as a limerick bc I don't know what I'm doing, lol.

Raging Parasaurolophus

I've had enough of this rousing cacophony

This sound that doesn't consider me

Grinding at my teeth

Trembling below my feet

It's enough to rouse anyone to misery

Now there's a source for this horrid discord

It's driven by morbid accord

I'm looking at it now

It's that herbaceous cow

That believes itself to be king!

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

The stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural"!

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

So you claim to be the professor of suffering

And the holiest master of death

But do you know of asavas

Or the eight noble paths

That you trample, all over, so carelessly?

It's in the history you claim to be honering

In the symbols you stole with no caring

By the wheel you chant

But the wheel's not slant!

It's a wheel! It turns! You imbecile!

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

Your stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural!"

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

Now there's a way out of your misery

You just have to listen to me

Put that gun down

Open your palms out

And embrace the wider community

It's here you'll find true power

In groups so marginal and larger

Together we'll stand

To end capitol's plan

And live, together, far stronger

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

Your stomping can be felt by all of us

And when you trample on those below

You have the audacity to say

"It's natural!"

Raging Parasaurolophus

Your honking can be heard by all of us

Just listen for once and maybe

Even you can be treated more fairly

You rampaging Parasaurolophus

It's time you put a stop to all of this!

Get out of your head

Or soon you'll be dead

By your own machinations at hand!

Raging Parasaurolophus

It's not too late to put it behind us!

Get in touch with some grass

Forget the old brass

And be happy, for once, you childish arse!