by Bob'n Around
Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
|Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Your safe with me, ‘cause your mom’s disturbed.
And if she does come to her senses again
Don’t be afraid, I’ll turn her into a shattered has been.
And if your dad tries to get you back
He’ll find I have a knack, how his bones get cracked.
And if social services tracks me down
They’ll find out I haven’t stayed around.
And if the cops get my lover to turn me in
That stool pigeon end’s up with a permanent grin.
And if you cry, cry and refuse to be good
I’ll make you stay quiet, like you know you should.
And if our years turn to tears, my dear
We’ll both be together in our paranoid fear.
And if you grow up and become like me
I pity your lonely world that will come to be.
16 line poem entry for the "Monsters Under The Bed" contest