THE MONSTER
Let me tell you about a monster.
It's often mistaken as a bolster.
If you're willing to play the clown,
The monster will hold you down.
It makes a drone if you truly hear,
Like a bee buzzing in your ear.
Even with your eyes shut tight,
You will still lose the fight.
It makes us sing in one voice,
So, you really have no choice.
We allowed it to go far and wide,
So now, we can't turn the tide.
It casts the good in stone,
So, the bad you can't atone.
It ring-fences your every thought,
Allowing no action to be sought.
So, it has finally dawned on me
How bad things are going to be.
The monster is the awful truth,
That makes things so uncouth.
Knowing that there's no way out,
All we can do is silently shout,
With our hearts crying in despair,
And spirits broken ... beyond repair.
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