There's no introduction. 

No, no-no rhyme this time. 

 

I saw a monster devouring Japan

and pulled up the curtains,

for the living-together 

of two times two happy men. 

 

Through the blinders, watch me and my life. 

I live with a cat, not a wife. 

 

Couldn't resist to rhyme. It takes me back to reminiscince. 

I did kinda shove it down your throat, and I guess that's me:

you'd prefer the litterature;

I would do it metaphorically. 

 

Still there's a mass extinction happening now. 

And I'm glad for my poetic heart, somehow.