Feb 2020
I make monsters in my basement
Horrific to behold
Titanic in their tyranny
With guns pointed at my foes
Monsters I tell you!
My chainsaw bladed army of the night
I will destroy your lands
Your destruction, my delight
Winged freaks with jutting fangs
Multi-colored ravenous dogs
Attaching to each other for greater strength
CRASH!
"Jesus Christ, Michael!" My mother shouts
As she gingerly removes the lego from her foot
"Get your *** upstairs for dinner!"
See you later, my monster friends
But rest assured I will come back
I think it's time for nation-building
And to create castles to attack
Horrific to behold
Titanic in their tyranny
With guns pointed at my foes
Monsters I tell you!
My chainsaw bladed army of the night
I will destroy your lands
Your destruction, my delight
Winged freaks with jutting fangs
Multi-colored ravenous dogs
Attaching to each other for greater strength
CRASH!
"Jesus Christ, Michael!" My mother shouts
As she gingerly removes the lego from her foot
"Get your *** upstairs for dinner!"
See you later, my monster friends
But rest assured I will come back
I think it's time for nation-building
And to create castles to attack
I truly love being able to build a poem with a child-like sense of wonder and intersperse elements of my life into it. And yes, this is a true story. I don't think I've seen my mother look so ****** before.
