We must laugh.

We must laugh
to feed the monster
if we stopped
the monster couldn’t grow.

Hovering above our words
hovering above our laughter
it swallows our insults
churning in the pit of its gut
and shitting out
upon the rest.

If we stopped
the monster couldn’t grow.
If we didn’t laugh at the wrong jokes
the monster would shrivel up
and have to be watered
until it sprouted up
turning on itself
because a monster
is only as strong as what it eats
and the truest of monsters
thrive to be the strongest
and if we didn’t laugh
the monster
would find others to feed upon.

The truest of monsters
have a vile spit
to sputter upon
the insulters and the insulted
that makes it believe it is of pure innocence
although its snide
and its need for justice
has turned it the most dangerous.


Tonight I drew an image to inspire thoughts and the above poem is what came out as I stared at the image. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.

Published by Tina

I am a mother that is passionate about early education and a person that relieves stress through art, and writing.

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