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10.iv.26
tantrum
the monster
takes
his toys
the
monster is a he
takes
yours
the
monster takes everyone’s
the
monster takes the cake
the
monster plays
he
smashes his own
he’s
not the only one
he
monsters the other monsters
he
smashes the others
no
parents around
the monster
is smashing everything up
keeps
making threats
the
monster is hurting himself
the
monster is bigger than them
makes more
hurt
than
the rest of us all put together
bullies
the bullies
and
what does that make him?
so
many cowards cheer on
keep
quiet
everyone
is dancing for the monster
everyone
sings for him
everyone
wants the monster
because,
you know, or else
no one
will lift a finger
no one
will say a word
he
doesn’t need a name
we’d
be afraid to say
who’ll
call the monster to bay?
not me
and
very much doubt it’s you
we’d
like to keep out of the monster’s way
maybe
he’s not?
have I
mentioned how ugly the monster is?
I mean
the heart more than the face
as
sin, they say
they haven’t
seen the monster ‘
haven’t
been up close
his spite
is poison
a foul
ooze of what-can-we-call-it?
it’s
not mind
but
maybe
he’s misunderstood
lately
we’ve been thinking that way
how
everyone’s just so much monster
not
much else
all
shapes and sizes
the
things we think!
and
what we’d if off leash
but better
not to think at all
we have
our monstrous hopes
we all
have monster in
if I hide
here?
or
will the monster go away?
that’s
how I’ve been looking at things
does
this make me a monster?
or
maybe, just maybe
one day?
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