Remember everyone, it's not safe to keep wild animals as teacher's pets.

That should be enough questionable verses to last me at least until next year. I'll end with a link to a published poem in Polu Texni (the formatting seems to have degraded, but I think it kind of adds to the theme). www.polutexni.com?m=201405

I fancied you’d return to me and said, “In time they all will call you by my name.” (Because I dreamed you up inside my head.) I should have made a dracula instead; At least by sunup they return again. I shall be tied forever to the dead. (Because I dreamed you up inside my head.)

A slab, it’s true, is not a featherbed; They see my lab and think me quite insane. (Because I dreamed you up inside my head.) Our bond will never die, expire, or fade, Though you flee, hunted, through the world of men: I shall be tied forever to the dead.

MAD DOCTOR’S LOVE SONG I shall be tied forever to the dead, Reanimated flesh, life born again. (Because I dreamed you up inside my head.) The stupid, pesky villagers see red, With pitchforks and with torches barging in: I shall be tied forever to the dead.

All must be balanced like a knife; So tell me on your sister’s life. I must find this elusive gem To reach my goals Malthusian. And then to preserve life I must Turn half of it, I fear, to dust.

Now therefore, you must tell me true, Or else you know what I shall do. Please tell me where the Soul transpires Thanos didn’t raise no liars. Wouldst thy practice at dissembling Matched my skill at disassembling; Had I taught thee that subtle art, I’d not tear Nebula apart.

They think each world a paradise; But Titan too was pretty nice. And I know if I hesitate, The universe shares Titan’s fate. They shall be food for worms anon, Until even the worms are gone. And everything will turn to crap ‘less I prevent it with a snap.

We could all stroll the universe To face an ever-breeding curse; And with deliberation mull Which planet was the next to cull. But at my back I always hear Earth’s Mightiest are drawing near: And in their foolish meddling haste, They’ll lay the universe to waste.

If Power were my only aim, Or molding Minds my favorite game, Then could I stop both day and night To sit and watch my children fight. Should failing limb cause them disgrace, Offending parts I would replace.