As a bogeyman-to-be
I hide in wardrobes and count to three
A voyeur who bursts out and wails
I pick my nose and bite my nails

I’m a zombie getting off my face
Sucking matter from my brace
One conformist of consumer masses
I haven’t got the brains for classes

As a ghost with lowly self-esteem
Impotent desire haunts each dream
Powerless rage, ideals so free
They’re only caught by CCTV

I pluck my lashes and brush my hair
A werewolf with hirsute despair
New cut each week, such glossy coat
What howls at night as I emote!

Hanging out in dank graveyards
I’m a vamp beset by four-pronged mards
Day’s pallor lit by X-Box light
I dream of that first kiss each night