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The Monster Under My Bed


I have this monster living under my bed

That emits a poisonous odor

It whispers vicious words of hate

And curses at it"s owner

 

It makes disgusting noises

It nibbles on my toes

It takes a bath maybe once a month

Then it gets covered in my woes

 

I have this monster living under my bed

That spews a lot of lies

She has thick locks of greenish hair

And a persistence that never dies

 

It points its knobby fingers

It smells through a pointed nose

It picks its teeth with bony arms

It's name is Insecurity

 

 

 

 

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Shaynah Woody
<p>Lol. Yeah like no one reads my stuff. So thank you! I really appreciate you reading them.</p>
Eunoia
<p>Have you heard of Shel Silverstein? He seems like a poet you might like. I wish more people can see your work, I love&nbsp;the way you make it&nbsp;feel&nbsp;happy light feeling. So many people are so serious when it comes to personal, so it is refreshing!</p>

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