Monster Me

19 Nov

Monster me

They always find me when they want something done

The final bloody deed

With the fine jazz song riffing in the background

They know I want it

They know I can easily make the bloody kill

To call out the culprit and say

“You fucked up bad, You hurt someone.”

And stop it, stop it right this moment

Or else.

Or else I will fuck you up and you won’t know how

It will just magically happen.

You’ll get stopped.

Maybe you will collapse in some alley

Or in your dinner or in your bedroom

But one way or the other

You’re over.

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