The Beast

I feel and fear what is deep within
The growing beast
Born of hatred and destruction and honor as well
Yes honor
Insulted Pounded honor
The honor bore the anger
The anger bore the rage
The rage bore the hatred
The hatred---bore--- the--- beast
But at its core the beast is still the honor
It runs and jumps and punches and pounces
But it laughs and plays and sleeps and eats
It yells and cries a bit too
It helps me compete with all the rest
And stays with me lest
I lose this creature wild and free
and become what I hate to be
boring and simple and stupid and stuck
Without it I would lose my Puck