Because The Monster Writes Poetry
The Monster is massive
with fangs and with claws
all lacquered and sharpened
sticking out from its jaws
The Monster is ghoulish
with deep, sunken eyes
it speaks whispers of wicked
and paranoid lies
The Monster is cruel
it sneers and it spits
always waiting for something
to tear into bits
The Monster is hidden
from inside its dark lair
just plotting and pacing
in the dank, musky air
The Monster is mournful
it wails and it weeps
for its heart has been broken
but the pieces it keeps
You know of the Monster
you've heard the tall tales
and despite what they say
no terror prevails
The Monster is cared for
and treated with grace
because the Monster writes poetry
from behind a fair face.
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