Poetrydex-Absol

This is Absol's Poetrydex entry. Comment, enjoy.

Diastrous
Did I cause the disaster, In your neighbourhood? Am I a bastard, Or just misunderstood? When they assume that my presence- That correlation equals causation, A disaster nearby, nearly always, Implies my participation. For years and years, Hunted to the brink, Because you humans Did naught but think. And then a reversal, A change in ground, To us dear Absol, You soon came around. We were just messengers, Bringing a warning, Or perhaps there to join, You humans in mourning. And now we are beloved, Or at least, tolerated, But this change, and disasters- The numbers correlated. Twice the amount of Absol, Aloud to roam, Twice the likelihood of a disaster, Somewhere near your home! Yet you still love us! Well, it's about to get rougher! All hell'll break loose! We do love to see you suffer!