Michal Wywiors

Why am I sitting here

on this bench, in the cold all alone.

I guess I’m waiting for a monster to call my head home.


I want to write a story

maybe a movie or a song

about monsters looking for place to call their very own.


If I wait long enough

on this bench all alone

I hope the Monsters find me


before the Medical Examiner does

and the Funeral directors show up

and take me to a home.

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