TUSKED ALWAYS
SO ABLE
ALRIGHT FOR NOW
ALRIGHT, FINE
NATURALLY SELECTED
TIME TO ADAPT
A VERY VALUABLE TOOTH
GET A FORTUNE
POACHERS LIKE TAKING
TAKING TOO MUCH
SORRY FEAR
NEARLY GONE
HAS IVORY
HAS WEAPONS
SIMPLY REMORSELESS
NO REMORSE
WITHOUT REMORSE
NOW I'M OK
TOUGH BUT ABLE
SIMPLY TUSKLESS
NO TUSKS
WITHOUT TUSK
FIND A WAY
PLANS ARE SET
KEEP SURVIVING
SORRY TUSKS
TAKE, LEAVE
TAKE, LEAVE
POACH, POACH
UNTIL WE ARE
TUSKLESS
YOU ARE SOON TO READ A POEM WRITTEN FOR ME BY MY TERRIFICALLY TALENTED SISTER RUBY. YESTERDAY SHE WROTE "SENSORY OVERLOAD". THE WRITING IS SO TRUE YOU WOULD THINK IT HAPPENED TO HER. THAT IS AMAZING THING ABOUT RUBY, SHE REALLY UNDERSTANDS ME.
Sensory Overload
Everything is super loud,
colors are so bright,
getting claustrophobic,
It's a sensory overload!
People keep pushing,
lights flash in my eyes,
why are people staring at me?
am I whining?
Oh nooo!
I can't help it!
It's a sensory overload!
I'm seeing red,
everything's spinning,
am I going to scream?
Oh no!
I really want to!
I need to fight the urge
but I can't help it!
It's a sensory overload!
I just want to......
aaaaagh!
Oh no!
did I scream?
people are staring at me funny.
Too much.
I can't hold it!
AAAAAAAAA!