Monster
A monster lurks my house
What he wants, I do not know
His agenda he does not show
But me being the wealthy man, I am
There must be something to give him... I don't give a damn!
Maybe money, but he did not want
Probably jewels, but he would not say
I offered women, but he happened to be gay
Then I settled to stab him, but he was impossible to stab
Tried to shoot him, but never found a good shot
After decades of trying
Took me on my death bed to see
That the damn monster was always me
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