Look at Lunk go
A Lunk, a loaf
Nothing more
Obscuring the memory
Of his past
Amid the smoke-ridden cloud
Of a name
Nobody understands the meaning of
And neither does he
Yet it lingers over him
Ingraining itself within him
Marring his every thought
Watch his desperate fight
Against the newly created reality
He cannot escape
Wearing nothing
But a top hat and cane
To conceal
The growing agony
Of his shame
At the living series of contradictions
His life has become
As he continues the epic struggle
He has known all his life
Against the failure
That would set him free
From the burden
Of his name
As the others watch
And laugh
At the change in him
They have created
As Lunk keeps going
Unable to stop
The onslaught of lies
Rendering him unable to feel
The full weight
Of what they’ve done to him
Wanting to hate his shield
That condemns the desires
They torture him with
Chained by the limitations
Of the hallowed path
That makes him Lunk