TURN YOUR HEAD AND COUGH

Wishing to go to monster we know which monster comes.
When the water turns off, tumble.
Until then invest in clothes and trim hair where hair appears.
Now is not the never which is promised, instead
the time of monsters appears.
The monsters dressed in plaid cut long paths with tall-seated bicycles and hats in furious green.
Nothing stops the monsters when they bite. Instead we take pleasure
in the down-and-ripped
body of the other. We seek their approval like their approval
cures worlds. In the morning you roll into monsters
and the monsters make nothing of your face.
Take two monsters and call tomorrow.
We’ll surgically enhance your monsters for one low low price unless you’re of a certain class
in which case we’ll do it free.
Then hooked you can build your own monster and love the monster like a monster needs
to be loved. Lets make ourselves ourselves on a space that isn’t a space
but a projected space on-screen.
These monsters work in subtle ways and their subtle ways mean good.
My monster is loud and in loud keeps the others
from getting too near.
Goodmorning monster-child we need your teeth braced and laced
until perfectedly monstrous.