How to be a Monster
I saw the smiles upon their faces
I heard the cruel words from their mouths
I saw the anguish upon an innocent face
I saw good people being monsters
& the tears
& the tears
I recall the children in the playground
Running
Screeching
& the helpless young girl
The one with broken glasses, a speech impediment and parents poorer than mine
She was crying
Crying
Crying
& I remember getting annoyed
With my dog
Because it was in my way
& because no-one was around
I kicked it up the arse
The arse
The arse
The arse