Come all ye beasts
Lying and daggers and stares
Will you be infants
Or shall we be martyrs
On the great late stage
Post-Cretaceous they call it

Bernard Most said it best:
Be the dinosaur
Growls from down
Low thunder country
(When contained)
Say, I wish to eat
Long grass or short gut

You are arms
Better bare them
More D vitamin 
Shall join our cause
An endeavor to post
To every wall
As a plybill

Scramble, you egg shelter seekers
You'll want to escape in good time
Why not be where you are
As syllables are my witness
We can be unheroic
While we lay our bellies quiet

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