June 3, 2016
Monster
Brought to you by the 6 year old brat in the Vancouver public library screaming and yelling for no apparent reason
Monster
by lordpeterofquelch
Why can I not escape you
While I sit and try to study
You squeal like a banshee with PMS
But you know what?
YOU’RE NOT
If you had fair reason for this fuss
I might let you off the hook
But all I see of you
Is your tiny drooling form
Oogling over your parents phone
Begging for the trivial
Crying over the pointless irrelevant
Stinking
Bullshit
Hob-nob
STOP IT
My inner voice begs for but
A bit of mercy from the screeches and screams
That slash and stab
And cut and slice
My misunderstood mind
No
I don’t like small children
Chide me not.
While I sit and try to study
You squeal like a banshee with PMS
But you know what?
YOU’RE NOT
If you had fair reason for this fuss
I might let you off the hook
But all I see of you
Is your tiny drooling form
Oogling over your parents phone
Begging for the trivial
Crying over the pointless irrelevant
Stinking
Bullshit
Hob-nob
STOP IT
My inner voice begs for but
A bit of mercy from the screeches and screams
That slash and stab
And cut and slice
My misunderstood mind
No
I don’t like small children
Chide me not.
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