They are always there, lurking & waiting to be fed...

My friend says he has for me a bed frame,
But he doesn’t understand that I don’t want it,
My mattress & box spring are right now on the floor,
If a frame is installed THEY will grow there,
Monsters under the bed will come,
Can’t turn out the light or close the bloody door,
I won’t live out the night; my story is true ; I am not being lame…

Such razor sharp teeth they possess,
And their howls do rip at the darkness,
Not even God can away these creatures bless,
They come up from the inner sanctum of hell,
In my sleep I do to my childhood regress,
I need the protection of the floor,
I am not sure I can get my friend to acquiesce…

So I guess I must have a weapon,
Not a knife, or scissors cause mom says they are dangerous,
Not a gun cause I cannot get one,
Maybe a baseball bat, yes, my Louisville Slugger,
The slugger will protect me, so bring on them monsters,
For them this will be their true Armageddon…
© me – 8/4/14