The Creature

There is a creature. It has to feed
It stops at nothing to fill its need
The people live in gruesome squalor
So that the creature may grow taller
Those with nothing have to bleed
To help the creature spread its seed
They learn to dine on fecal matter
So that the creature may grow fatter
The creature tells of evil gnomes
Coming to destroy our homes
And trolls who come with gun and knife
To threaten our way of life
The creature has enslaved our town
But no one thinks to bring it down
Provided with so much distraction
The people can't be moved to action
And when the people are all dead
Still the creature needs its bread
When we've been sucked completely dry
The creature needs its food supply
(a parasite cannot survive unless its host remains alive.)
It has amassed such awesome wealth
Maybe it can eat itself.