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Dec 2010
There’s a monster in my room
It has sharp teeth
And it’s taller than my dad
He switches between under my bed
And closet in the corner
My dad checks both places
But doesn’t find anything
My mom says her good night kisses will protect me
Sometimes they work
But I still see him
I don’t know if he’s waiting to come after me
Or for me to come after him

Sometimes you have to do things
That you don’t want to
Like talk to a monster
You gotta grow up from the legos
The superhero action figures
And become a super hero yourself
Because
Super heroes can talk to monsters
The worst thing that could happen
Would be me getting eaten
Which would be sad…
But I already told that blonde girl
Who sits behind me in at school
That I thought she was cute in a note I passed her
I’m happy I got that out of the way

I see the monster
It’s looking and showing its teeth
But now there’s only one thing left to do
I’m gonna put on my cape and mask
Become a super hero
And face it
And be brave
Joey Zimmerman
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