Go ahead I'm not scared of you!
Bring your ugly face back in my room
Night after night when I go to bed
You come in here and try to get in my head
I've drawn the line please come and cross it
I have a trap set for you when you come out the closet
I won't live in your tyranny any more
My mom wonders what I'm screaming for
But I've gathered my bravery and self esteem
And I'm gonna sever your head with my lego guillotine
All my army men are set up like a firing line
And I got swords and guns, count them (nine)
It won't count that they are made of plastic
When your stupid monster family is crying over your casket
I'm not the child for you to creep on
I sleep with army boots on
And I will put your ugly face on my wall like a trophy yo
One last thing to say, come at me bro
By LukeCoomer ©
- Author: LukeCoomer ( Offline)
- Published: October 18th, 2017 06:32
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
This is a great read with an awesome illustration to accompany your poem! It reminded me of Maurice Sendakās WHERE THE WILD THINGS ARE! Max was so brave to control those āwild thingsā!
I can see it, thanks
Aww, the monster is quite cute! (lol).
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