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You Would Think That We're All Monsters

By: Stormbird Throneshaker

Page 1, Humor, Poetry written 01/31/2013

 

I'm not the warlock that they claim me to be.

Why you're just you and I'm,

well I'm little old me.

They even say that you're a witch,

hell I just don't see.

I ought to know since being around a few years,

give or take a hundred,

two or three.

 

They say that our son's a werewolf,

out prowling on the town

I don't rightly know since he's hardly ever been around.

They even said that our daughter is a zombie,

now how can that be true.

So I always find her eating,

and needing quite a lot,

we all do.

 

You would think that we're all monsters,

for living this way.

Bill collectors sucking blood from our paycheck,

when we already gave.

You stirring up complaints all through the night and day,

that the batter wasn't thick enough,

so you made it fly away.

Our son leaves his mark and hairy fur everywhere,

though he doesn't even shave.

As our daughter eats us out of house and home,

It's gonna send me to my grave.

 

I'm not the warlock that they claim me to be.

Why you're just you and I'm,

well I'm little old me.

They even say that you're a witch,

hell I just don't see.

I ought to know since being around a few years,

give or take a hundred,

two or three.

 

They say that our son's a werewolf,

out prowling on the town

I don't rightly know since he's hardly ever been around.

They even said that our daughter is a zombie,

now how can that be true.

So I always find her eating,

and needing quite a lot,

we all do.

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