SUNDAY BRUNCH

Your human foods mean nothing to me.

I want nothing that you can consume

puny ones.

I shall subsist on rocks and fire

and the deadliest dreams you can imagine.

THESE are my meals

nothing your tiny insignificant mouths could appreciate.

You fail to see how I am a different being

unique in all of history

a creature never seen before

and perhaps not again

until the end of time.

I am a monster

a hero

a wonder like none other

and I will not eat your stupid earthling foods

except perhaps a peanut butter and rabbit sandwich, mom...