Monsters of Invention

We give our lives monsters, oh how laughable.

Vampires on whose fangs drip the sauce of life;

Who slide into our imagination like a cock into a pussy.

Werewolves who rip, slice, and disembowl;

The uncontrolled monster that does what it likes.

Zombies who walk, and sometimes run, day and night;

They eat their human kin, like most, but in an unstoppable, neverending horde.

...But my creature I present to you....

A creature most foul of all that makes the rest seem tame....

...I present to you mankind.