Oh great, here comes Godzilla!
He’s nothing but a has-been.
Gin in his hand .
He can barely stand!
All the other monsters on monster’s
Island are weary of his drunken talk.
“I wassh a big shhhot!”
“fuckin amrikansss!”
They hear him squawk.
His once fiery breath, is just
Fumes of meth and sprits.
In a dirty mac, hanging of the spikes
On his back.

King gehdora says, “you’ve had enough.”
Godzilla throws a punch,
Misses and lands with a crunch.
Mothra giggles from the back
Of the island. then fly’s of to his
Next staring role.
Godzilla in a gutter coughing up
His lunch.
Lays drunk looking at the stars
And sarcastically says,
“Hollywood, thanks a bunch!”

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