I'm Like A Monster

Bible says love does not envy. What if I envy for love?

I'm like a monster, greedy and sore,
all I ever do is want more and more!

My face is red and my stomach yellow,
I yell and roar, I'm not very mellow.

The spikes on my back would scare Hussein,
my sharp nails are darling, but I'm not very vain.

I beat on my chest and stomp around,
not even with chains can I be bound!

Even with my ferociousness I may fall on my knees,
yes, I have a weakness, if you please.

If I don't get what I want, I may beg and plead,
with crocodile tears comming down in beads.

I may whine and whimper, weep and pout
I may put up a front I am not always stout.

I'm like a monster high and above,
Sorry guys, I guess I'm just a little too greedy for love.