Monster In Your Pocket
When we first met you carried him in your pocket,
Strange ugly little thing, tied to a string.
I thought it odd that you would carry such a pet,
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Later he grew larger and you put him in a box,
He'd make funny noises while we cuddled neath the moon,
Neatly hidden as our love progressed,
Who was I to say what you could do?
We married and you tied him in the yard,
In the back away from public view.
He bellowed like the Devil in the night
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Sometimes when you fed him, you'd come in,
With bloody feet and torn clothes.
I salved and bandaged all your wounds,
For who was I to say what you could do?
You spend all your time now in the yard,
Alone I watch you out the window and I pray.
While He gnaws at your body and your soul,
Yet who was I to say what you could do?
Now I can hear you crying in the yard,
I see him as he starts to eat you whole.
Oh why would you want him as a pet?
But who was I to say what you could do?
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2022
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