The Monster
When did this enter
To sit in its corner
Where emotions are raw
That penetrate all the crevices
In the mind that acts on a body
Surely there must be another way
To live in this house
Not demon but maybe
Not parasite but maybe
An infestation guiding
Neighbors and nations
An unpleasant beast of many colors
That jumps to its feet
At the second of difference
Which takes umbrage
That sets all the gruntles free
Fly now please
Though many will not see
A way away
No quarter given
Monster of anger be gone
On that slimy highway
Barry G. Wick
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