Monster

By Cliff Lake

 

Monster

 

The monster sits in his cavern high,

Watching the lowly ones not get by.

For he has taken all that there can be,

And they may have a bit for a fee.

 

And he is thankful for his continued health,

And more grateful for his exorbitant wealth.

And he wishes that there was more he could do,

To remove happiness from the remaining few.

 

For his life is absent of anything like a friend,

He owns sycophants only, here for their own ends.

And they look with longing eyes at his purse,

And inside he knows it couldn’t be worse.

 

So he climbs above all on his pile of gold,

And pretends that he has not gotten old.

And wonders why his long life is all trial,

And crushes any with a genuine smile.

 

And he plots to poison the world he won’t survive,

And poisons the spirit of any daring to feel alive,

And poisons the air and poisons the land,

And poisons any chance of good in his brand.

 

And he takes content in those he lets die,

And eats the food they can’t buy,

And prizes anguish of they he won’t let belong,

And cherishes the hungry child’s sweet song.

 

And the monster sits in his cavern and broods.

And enacts plans ever more crude.

The monster hears them all as they curse his name.

And the monster wants to believe they are to blame.

 

And the monster exists on all he can deprive,

While the monster continues to eat himself alive.

And the monster sits in his cavern high,

And does little more than try not to die.

 

Cliff Lake 4/5/2025

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2025

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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