A man’s pride, can’t be shamed,
thus; they make one; to be blamed,
for all pain, that is their work,
so; to shadows; I do lurk,
restless night, hate on screen,
sparkly demon of their being,
no remorse, is partook;
they point at me, with horrid look,
monkey god, thinks they’re teacher,
write all words, you silly creature;
as in mind, my fiction’s real
breach the dark, so I can feel,
give birth to hope? There’s no chance;
just another blood war dance
for your offspring, I will scare,
it’s what you want, so all is fair,
I’ll knock on bedpost; as you’ve scripted
your performing devout cryptid -
lo’ child’s eyes; fears seem true!?
Oh what trauma, because of you,
but do not tell them, sordid fact,
that all this shock; is off your back;
as I will learn, to like my role:
Tall Hat Man, that owns their soul!