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monsters

under the bed
in the closet
who knows???
it was a night out at bars
we needed to sober up,
food is the best med.
came across a taqueria
and waited
in line
waiting and
waiting and
waiting,
a man next to me
really reeked of
booze and
really dirty sex
and a hint
of not bathing. he was sort of
talking to himself
couldn't make
out what he was
saying. it was a long line
and we were in the back
the bum and i
my guys were at the
burger joint next door.
finally the guys
conversation went directly
to me.
"hey you! are you
one of them queers??!??!"
now in a situation
like this id say "well bend over
and lets see"
but from his "natural scent"
id thought id pass
told him
"no sir"
"ok because you have
a pretty mouth"
"uh, thanks"
he then tried to rub his hand
across my chest
"its been a long time
for me" he said
i jumped out of line and said
"whoa man hey! i said i dont
swing that way"
he began to shake then without warning
a big wad of spit
came towards me
he became loud and screamed
"come over here
and fuck me or i will
fuck you!!!"
i got a little
scared and started
my way out the exit
and thought that maybe
a burger wasn't
a bad idea...
as i made my way
to the burger shop
i heard fast footsteps
heading towards me
i turned around and there
he was
running after me
with a pipe
once again screaming
"let me show you
what im made of"
as he's making tongue
motions
i ran passed the joint
and my guys didn't
see it
i forgot where i parked
after about ten minutes
i ended up near camera 12 theatre
A.D.D kicked in
wonder whats playing???
snap out of it!!!
he managed to catch up
slurring his screaming
i dont know what he was
saying then i remember
"san fernando parking garage!"
my car is in there!
i was tired
but thats what adrenaline
is for....
i get to the garage all
shook up
and got to my car and
drove out
i hear thumping in the
backseat and out comes his head
but turns out
just a little image i had.
go figure. now im on the
680, the opposite
way to my apartment
guess i just needed
a breather

look under the bed
check the closet
who knows?
maybe there looking for a reason
they leave the room
saying that monsters aren't real
but after that night
monsters are real
they just share the
same skin that we do
Written by Albylynch
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