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Three Monster Poems (‘Cause I Guess One Poem Every Day Doesn’t Satisfy Me Anymore?)

If I were a monster

I’d want to be Godzilla.

He’s the definition of

A true cold-blooded killa’.

And if the other monsters

Were being unfriendly blokes

I could prob’ly diss them with

A good “your Mothra” joke.

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If I could be a monster

A dragon’d be real swell.

If I exhale heavily

The room would go to Hell.

I’d hang out with princesses

And burn knights on a stick

And although I couldn’t use it much

I’d have a giant… wingspan.

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I want to be a monster

And as a white man I’m quite close.

If only I could do something

That’s really, really gross…

All these thoughts of monsters

Have really gotten to me,

But since I can’t be Godzilla

I’ll just vote for Hillary!

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*Grunt of Approval*

If I could be a goblin

A gremlin or a ghoul

I’d go to sleep at 3:00 AM

And never go to school.

I’d eat pancakes every day.

I’d be my own boss.

If I were a monster then

I might forget to floss.

My room would be all messy.

My hair would be a wreck.

I’d spend the morning mini-golfing

With the live-action cast of Shrek.

And then I’d murder someone

And get slaughtered by a knight.

Sure, I could be a goblin

But right now my life’s alright.

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You Think I’m Joking…

I want a theme park

Where 60-foot insects

Entertain guests

Who beside the bugs sit.

I hope the bugs bite

And destroy anybody

Who’s freaky enough

To buy a ticket to it.

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Blind Dates

Her hair is long and red.

Here eyes are green and furry.

Her skin is made of broken souls.

Good thing my vision’s blurry.

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Am I A Monster?

I was brave. I came out of the closet

And they said “you’re a monster” to my face.

I entered a world that didn’t love me

Or those of my type, creed, or race.

I expected a celebration

But all I earned was hatred instead

So that’s why you’ll find me this evening

Just hiding under your bed.

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Queen of Monsters

When walking up my driveway

A wolf accosted me.

It snarled, crouched and bared its teeth.

No rescue could I see.

Then all of a sudden

Completely out of nowhere

The wolf was killed and eaten

By a rampant grizzly bear.

The bear, though it had eaten

Was apparently hungry still,

But again I was rescued

When a dragon had its fill.

Now bears have mighty stomachs,

But a dragon can eat more.

I looked for my salvation

And indeed I heard a roar.

The dragon tried to fly away

But something greater still

Seized the dragon in its teeth

And proceeded with the kill.

Now alone with this new beast,

Godlike and full of hate

I thought “she’s home early,”

And said “Wow, have you lost weight?”

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The Werewife

‘Twas a full moon

And the night-things were howling.

I was iff on my own

‘Cause my girlfriend was scowling.

She’s usually laid back, 

Accepting, and kind

But once every month

She goes out if her mind.

She nags and she whimpers.

She speaks only commands.

Her heart freezes over

And she speaks with her hands.

I’ve put the time on my calendar;

I am no fool.

When the werewife awakens

It’s time to leave and play pool.

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Deal Breaker?

What makes the tears of spiders?

What hides under monsters’ beds?

What makes slime and death and taxes

Put a pillow over their heads?

     

What makes a cold front shiver?

What makes Hell’s denizens sweat?

I wondered about the answer

Until I met my girlfriend’s pet.

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Single Parents

Creatures from the valley
And monsters of the sky
Meet once a year to celebrate
Somewhere around Shanghai.

They talk about their differences
And play some volleyball
And dance around a shooting star
And drink until last call.

Then they find a human folk
And roast them o’er the flame,
Because they’re monsters after all;
To not do so would be lame.

And having eaten, sinned, and all
They fly and dig back home.
Dad said that’s where mama went.
He read it in a tome.

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