Six Fingers

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
As I curdle a lump and destiny.
Like angles of structure to form.
A man maybe like rambo to mimic.
And tell thus a country be born.
An extension of a biometric plane.
To increase in length thus forth.
Or broaden in which men had sought.
A firm so scaly a corner a part.
Searching length angles of a heart.
Show me a nail I will show you an enemy.
Just like a six finger cord an harp.
Picked an extension of matters price.
Seized and with green around the ears.
Again and again dinosaur ejected to deaden.
Like traveling through time and space.
All to land at once in the same place.
The dinosaur never violent a world as his.
Never to learn he might have six fingers