POEM: Modernity Killed the Monster

By Berniegourley @berniegourley

In ancient days, the monsters spoke,
but were no less scary.
We've made pitiful things of the
unicorn and fairy.

No proud, strong beast of horn and hoof -
No spinner of magic.
Our monsters turned into creatures
cute, feeble, and tragic.

Our monsters are now neat, orderly
and oh-so obvious -
in swank suits and epaulets with
delusions of godliness.

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