"There's a war going on outside no man is safe from..."
Austin Sr's armed like true patriots from the waist up.
Yankee tee, muzzle cast covering where his face is cut.
Austin Jr's gone off his rocker, down to his makeup.
Red Sox hoodie, supra vandal sneaks with the laces tucked.
Baseball bat, a machete, and leather bag with a laser gun,
And a few rolls of quarters for tolls where the Navy had placed their guns.
Animals are leaving your town at an unheard-of rate. Birds, squirrels, rabbits and even insects are migrating elsewhere.
Mass animal migrants... reckoning nears. This day has come.
Purple clouds, juice shoots from spouting hydrants- touting what they have done,
But to rejoice prematurely's considered in a war's wake as dumb,
Simply because the fruit is still bitter...
"Father, the day is young."
Sr. prepares his 8-bit troops-
Kong apes fit ta break shit and take chips too.
Jr. gets on his Banshee space ship and takes zips through
the various states of alien natives to rake in recruits.
"We fathered his generation! Fight with hatred, regroup!"
"He's allergic to sophistication! We can vanquish this brute!"
But every epic war's in need of a titan unleashing this violence,
A metamorph- or equestrian hybrid leading the crysis.
You walk out of your front door one Monday morning to the sight of a mythical creature.
Austin Sr.'s belief in the highest left his doorstep a greet by the finest,
"A pewter-forged unicorn!!!"
Its saddle ablaze, sparking etheric iron.
Austin Jr. sat atop a steeple of tyrants,
A villainous heap,
A metallic being beaming Hades' heat from its visor.
A giant robot is walking down the street, killing people and blowing up storefronts.
Sr. steps off his stoop and sees Jr's pleased with the fires
Engulfing storefronts where his covenant grunts increase in their power.
On steeds they converge,
leaving human beings devowered.
Collateral damage immense,
Both intending on not conceding as cowards.
And just as each's fatal blow was delivered,
"Big Austin and Little Austin, make your way down for dinner!!"
"Nice game battle, too bad we hadn't decided a winner..."
"No worries, Dad. That was just practice. You can't flatten a next gen-er."
:)