Goose-stepping down a model
Tokyo street, picture a man
half-dressed in a Gojira suit
preparing to stomp around Japan.
Suspended by suspenders, his
lower parts are all reptile—
rubber ones, I grant you—fake.
All is fake except his smile
The smile is real. He loves his job:
crushing cars, burning towns, killing.
Monsters have more fun than us.
They know it's far more thrilling
to revel in monstrosity
than be a good man for forever,
lying in a foreign field
nobody will visit. Never.
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