The Blob

The Blob

I came to Earth in a meteor.

I have but one goal,

find food to further,

how big I will grow.

You cannot hide you see.

I can get though a small crack.

I will make you a part of me.

There is no going back.

I have no arm to grab you.

I move without a leg.

Think is something I don’t do.

I have no ear to hear you beg.

I will eat a croaking frog.

I do not have a care.

I will eat a barking dog.

I’ll consume a growling bear.

I do not love my food.

I am not one to hate.

I have no bad moods.

I am the last act of your fate.