I heard them creeping at night,
the monster underneath your bed,
you saw it in the mirror
in your coffee in the morning
in the eyes of your lover you left in bed.
Its crippling;
but you can’t park in that close spot
someone won’t push you around
this time.
The monster follows you around at work
hates the clothes on your back
the food that you eat
the women your loving
the women your fucking.
Wish you could tell this beast to fuck off
pick on someone your own size,
but it doesn’t exist.
