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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