Cuckoo In The Nest Poem by Declan B

O, I bet in all of your travels
you have never met one such as I,
nor will you encounter one like me.
Your toughest fight will be with me
Dragon.

Your mind makes you oppress others
you torture and terrify to gain
but you can't torture me Dragon, nor
can you scare me into retreat.
Give up.

You will lose this fight, you hated
Dragon of plus thirty nine years. No.
You will not best me. Far from perfect
am I, but your scales are too,
tainted.

Never have I known a dragon so
fond of the pressings of the grape,
discomforted by it's own reflection,
'it's not bout me, it's bout you.' I
see you.

You will not burn me Dragon, under
those bright orange locks, nor petrify me
beneath that Medusa's stare. I'm no
St George, nor am I Perseus.
Oh no,

I am but a cuckoo in your nest.
I will gnaw at you from inside out,
plaguing your life until I end your
tyrannical reign. You Nazi,
I'm through!

Unlike your wall from '89, there
is no demolishing me, oh I'm
a thorn in your side, bad luck Dragon.
Your worries will be gone soon, so
goodbye.