You Look Like A Blue-Toothed Monster

Observe, bear witness

To the blue-toothed monster

Forever in whimsy and uninspired joviality

He will never taste the darkest caverns, aglow with lights in the far off distance,

But he will smell the sweet air and leaves. And he is content

I see him as transient, a child of nature.

Not a child of the ethereal, or a particularly deep person

Thus, a blue-toothed monster

A friendly, yet savage beast.

His teeth stained with the joy of wild blueberrie