Some people leave nasty
little reviews
not real bad but
you know it's bad news
Just bad enough to stab
but I can be a monster on a slab
I will rise
with a very nice surprise

I was working in the den
late one night
when Frankenstein and Dracula
creeped up on the right
The rest of the monsters from
their none humble abode
were looking for a jolt from
my electrode
So I hit them with too much juice
and they did explode

I did the mash
it was the monster smash
they became the grave yard trash
Now all the rest of the ghouls
know I can deal with the fools
but on occasion they still appear
it's just a risk we take in this
mixed up poetic atmosphere

opg