The Monster

It’s late at night and the monsters back once again
He had too much to drink
Yet his thirst knows no end
Every night he goes out seeking booze
As I hear him enter our house
I lay in my bed trying to look
To all the world to be in wonderland
Thank goodness the monster is easily tricked
But now the monster gets angry
I hear him hit my mom
Screams and angry words fill the air
And still I lay there thinking
Maybe if I make myself very small
The monster will let me live until my fifth birthday