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The Monster?

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade

What do you consider a monster? Is a monster something ugly on the outside, something ugly on the inside or both?

Submitted:Dec 15, 2006    Reads: 172    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   

I have spent most of my years,

Reading books for grades in school,

In my time I have learned to be gental,

I've also learned how to be cruel.

I've spent�some time disecting cadavers,

I have explored the inside of man,

Like man has explored the deepest caverns,

In time, I have come to find,

Money is all that really matters....

�� Do I have long fangs,

�� Like something out of a book?

�� Am I familiar or something strange?

�� Just how do I look?

I specialize in deep sleep,

I know how to open the perfect gash,

Sometimes I preceed slow,

Other times, my work�go so�fast.

Now why don't you get up on my chair,

Yes, put your feet into my stirrups,

Please shut up and control your fear,

I'm not going to hurt you, I won't hurt you,

Or I won't mean to, now don't be scaried....

�� Do I have large claws and scales?

�� And tell me, just how long is my tail?

�� Are my eyes black, like my onyx horns?

�� Do I wear clothes?

�� Are they new or are they torn?

I tear open your womb, and insert metal tongs,

And grab your cozy baby by it's leg,

I find this thing's position to be wrong.

I pull most of it out of your body,

Leave just a little inside of you,

Don't you move now, you,

Don't you dare be naughty....

�� Or do I wear khakies and live on your block?

�� Do I smile and be polite when I talk?

�� Would you just egnore the door,

�� Or open right up when I knock?

I hold this... um, what should I call it?

Best to depersonalize it,

Once it is dead, there all the same.

Thing is what I'll call it.

Have you given this thing a name?

Can you feel it kicking? Good.

That will stop,

I stab it in the back of the head,

And�machines suck out it's brain.

Now thats good thinking....

�� Do I fly a dragon, or drive a mercades bens?

�� Do I have plenty of, or have I ate up all my friends?

�� When I see you, do I cut your throat,

�� Or do I say 'how's the weather,

�� Wait I know you,

�� We went to medical school together!

What is a fitting name for me?

Do you think I am insane,

Or do you think I am a monster?

Whatever you may think of me,

You can call me DOCTOR....

The Doctor will see you now.


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