tremble before the wrath of the gingerbread man
men has challenged god
the divine energy
assembled in the eyes of the creator
before the masses a collective betting on who shall reign
a humble baker using human science
on the streets of london in the fog
the shock raises the dough
man created lightning
man harvests the organs necessary
to recreate what is deemed impossible
the salt in the air blown off the ocean
is turned to sugar
is there no saying where we'll stop?
the gingerbread man grows
until he looms over at six feet tall
his icing face contorts and drips onto the pavement
birds swarm over the slightly burnt man
the sky is black with feathers, slapped away
the man senses the crowd around him but can make no sound
his anger fills the air
the scent of ginger wafts over the city
his wrath is sweet
man must face his own hubris in the form of a cookie