Tyrannosaurus from Antiquasauria by Ian Cooke

Once a mighty ruler, you are the darling of carnivores forevermore.
Roaring of the drover fills every heart and head of the herd with rampant fear.
Known to bring bone-busting bite to an attack - one fumble, then it's over.
When your blood runs cold, you know that danger's near.
Can't escape what ails me: parasites in my skull and arthritis in my spine.
Born to be lord of the dirt I hunt and breed on 'til my body fails me,
I call the entire dominion mine.

There's an infection in my ankle and I know my days are numbered
'cause the pain increases every time I step on the left.
The inflammation of the bones inside my foot is getting gnarly.
I'm a highly active creature, not to mention my heft.
It never sleeps; it never goes away.

It's fairly obvious my stature has its benefits
but wearing out my bones from all the weight I carry is part of the deal.
There's an ancestral form of trichomonas gallinae within me;
they will colonize and take you down in spite of your zeal.
They never sleep; they never go away.

Alive, I was a tyrant, but after the catastrophe I rested doggo.
Now that I'm long-shuffled off the mortal coil,
My skeleton stands dominant in Chicago.
I am a monument and living was worth the toil!

Once a mighty ruler, you are the darling of carnivores forevermore.

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