My monster doesn’t live in my closet or under my bed
He’s real and her sleeps in a room down the hall instead
Sometimes he visits my room in the middle of the night
And the things that he does don’t feel very right
My monster plays nice when we are out and about
But when we get home all she does is scream and shout
She tell me all the bad things I am and all the good things I’m not
Her words never go away and they hurt me a lot
My monster is very liked by people in the neighborhood
To them he’s awesome and he’s very good
He comes home drunk and angry and stomps all about
He hits me and mommy and cusses and shouts
Sometimes we wish our monsters would go away
So we could be happy and have a good day
Our monsters are alive and real as can be
These monsters have names, Mommy and Daddy
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