At Least They Earn Royalties For Their Likenesses From Tattoo Parlors

What if the dragons never died

But decided just to stay inside

And collect the unemployment gold

Until they’re all dried-up and old?

They’d love something to be working on

But the princess kidnapping jobs are gone

Thanks to the fall of monarchy

(The dragon version of ChatGPT?)

So instead the wyrms grow older still

With nothing inspiring a fiery kill.

Is that better than them being dead?

These are the thoughts that fill my head…

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