King Kong
To run in the concrete jungle
I live on skull island, free,
I’m worshipped as a king here.
Everything in my realm respects me,
or they run in fear.
I beat up the dinosaurs;
from me the big lizards run.
The natives keep a lore
of the evils I have done.
The natives built a wall;
they give a sacrifice to me.
They hope I won’t call,
and I will leave them be.
They took me from my kingdom,
me chained nice and sound.
But I gained my freedom-
Into the concrete jungle, I am now bound.
I grab the girl and climb so high;
Airplanes shoot at me.
No matter how hard I try,
I cannot here live free.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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