I don’t see what’s so special about griffins
They’re, well, you know, chimeric, just like me.
A patchwork creature. Just a bit. of this’n
A bit of that. Look at one, and you’ll see,
There’s Eagle, Lion and horse, A freakish mixture.
You would have thought we’d both of us get slated
But no, that regal-looking fuck’s a fixture
On all the heraldry. And I’m just… hated.
Perhaps it’s the two heads, lion and goat,
(Well, three, counting the snake,) that make me ugly
And so unloved. (No flags for me, you’ll note.
Just stories about “heroes” trying to mug me.)
So maybe you’ll accuse me of self-pity
And after all, you wouldn’t be the first.
But hybrids can’t be cool unless they’re pretty:
The best of everything. And I’m the worst.
Tom Juniper Poetry 