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write me a poem about a guy who gets eaten by a monster because he insulted it using major adult language.
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In the shadowed depths where the wild things creep,
Lived a monster, fierce, who never would sleep.
With scales like night and a breath like fire,
Legends warned all of its terrible ire.
But one fateful eve, with a drink in his hand,
A fool braved the dark, bold as any man.
He stumbled and swaggered, too drunk to think right,
“Hey, you overgrown lizard, come see me tonight!”
With a laugh that echoed through the damp, chilling air,
He mocked the beast’s claws, its teeth laid bare.
“Your mother’s a rat, your breath reeks of trash,
I’ll kick your scaly ass, you old pile of ash!”
The monster, enraged, rose up from the gloom,
With a snarl that could silence the loudest of room.
“I’ll show you what happens to men full of spite,
When they wander too close to the edge of the night.”
The ground shook beneath as the beast took a step,
The fool’s bravado turned cold and inept.
“Wait, wait!” he spat, as a tremor took hold,
But the monster was hungry, and legends are old.
With a snap like a trap and a roar from the deep,
It gobbled the guy, not a wink of sleep.
“Next time,” it growled, with a belly now full,
“Think twice ’fore you taunt what could tear you to shool.”
So heed this old tale, let it linger and grind,
A monster might loom in the depths of your mind.
Respect where it's due, or you’ll find out too late,
A sharp wit can lead you straight into fate.
Lived a monster, fierce, who never would sleep.
With scales like night and a breath like fire,
Legends warned all of its terrible ire.
But one fateful eve, with a drink in his hand,
A fool braved the dark, bold as any man.
He stumbled and swaggered, too drunk to think right,
“Hey, you overgrown lizard, come see me tonight!”
With a laugh that echoed through the damp, chilling air,
He mocked the beast’s claws, its teeth laid bare.
“Your mother’s a rat, your breath reeks of trash,
I’ll kick your scaly ass, you old pile of ash!”
The monster, enraged, rose up from the gloom,
With a snarl that could silence the loudest of room.
“I’ll show you what happens to men full of spite,
When they wander too close to the edge of the night.”
The ground shook beneath as the beast took a step,
The fool’s bravado turned cold and inept.
“Wait, wait!” he spat, as a tremor took hold,
But the monster was hungry, and legends are old.
With a snap like a trap and a roar from the deep,
It gobbled the guy, not a wink of sleep.
“Next time,” it growled, with a belly now full,
“Think twice ’fore you taunt what could tear you to shool.”
So heed this old tale, let it linger and grind,
A monster might loom in the depths of your mind.
Respect where it's due, or you’ll find out too late,
A sharp wit can lead you straight into fate.