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Mar 2016
There is a monster under your bed
With teeth razor sharp, eyes of glowing red
And every time you lay down your sweet head

He slips into your mind
Your beautiful dreams is what he finds
And with them he reassigns

He turns them all to nightmares
He wants you in despair
Showing you the greatest of terrors

It gives him the greatest rush
When your so scared, your voice is hushed
With your legs all turned to slush

In your dearms he loves to hop
To make you flip and flop
On your sweetest dreams he just chops

Every night you'll find him there
Waiting to bring you only despair
******* from your lungs the air

Showing you things that can be done
We really has lots of fun
Have you staring down the barrel of a Gatling gun

So I suggest after your daily bread
Before you scurry off to bed
You make sure all your prayers are said

There is no avoiding this nasty monster
For all your fears he fosters
All of your demons he will conjure
He'll make sure when he's through, You'll need a psychiatric doctor.
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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