Office Things Like Monster Things

Here's a poem I wrote in the Spring of 2006:

Office Things Like Monster Things

This napkin is a piece of cloth,
Actually it's paper.
I wish I had a piece of tape.
No wait I want a stapler.

All kinds of things like office things,
are deep inside the waster,
But these office things like human things
must be handled safer.

The tools I have like a safety pin,
a wrench and then a hammer,
A twisty-thing, a ratchet-club,
And a rickety-scrubber-wubber,

Fill my shed and fill my head,
Like a techno-brainy-washer.
The humans in my life are gone;
I have my rod and ledger.

My schoolmate is a farce,
My girlfriend, a lax-lover,
And my Uncle Steve, the one I like,
Well, he's only a mere glover.

My teacher is no sense teacher
My boss he is a liar,
Freddy could be very cool,
If he did not play with fire.

Yes office things and jobsite things,
Like human things are dead.
But human things like no good things,
Will not leave my bed.

The human things, the monster things,
Always spend the night.
Among building blocks and drawing pads,
The monster things give fright.

They sleep with me and talk of things
I'd rather do without,
But human-monsters with their office things
Will not journey out.

I want to tell them they should leave
but secretly I like them.
And deep within my secret dreams I know
I saw them dancin'.

They tangoed and waltzed around last night
And then they were fox-trottin'
The innocent and the sweet, it seemed,
preluded the twistedly rotten.

Yes first it was fun: initially nice,
All over my sheets of cotton.
But later on they did a dance,
That will not be forgotten.

They dipped and curved and beat and romped,
All on each others bodies.
(If Uncle Steve or Mommy saw,
They would have called them naughties.)

With wild arms they slashed the room,
Their legs were blurs of black,
By sudden moment, it could turn,
From a light dance to "Attack!"

They whooped and barked and bled and crouched,
And tightly hugged the air.
With eyes big wide and muscles tight,
They stripped till they were bare.

Their bodies being naked now,
They quickened with their pace,
More beastly now and more evil now,
They called on Satan's face.

With bloody hands and darkened mouths,
"Come dance" they said to me.
I must admit I crumbled fast,
My strength was wont to flee.

My heart felt missing, gone for good,
And pumping in its place,
Was a growing monster, shadowed and hard
With hatred on it's face.

My flesh responded to their call;
I pulled my covers off,
And in seconds I declothed for them,
My blue pajamas lost.

I moved with them, then, that hellish night,
With Mommy down the hall,
I hollered and ranted and raged with them,
I heeded Beelzebub’s call.

At dawn I awoke with pen in hand,
And a calculator for math,
They reminded me of the unrighteous ones,
Who last night danced in wrath.

Ah, yes, I remember my safety pin,
a wrench and then a hammer,
A twisty-thing, a ratchet-club,
And a rickety-scrubber-wubber.

I looked inside my ant farm
I smacked it with a ruler
I wish that I had crushed the thing
That would’ve been much cooler.

I will not leave my room again,
I will not venture thither,
Waiting for night’s arrival
I’ll watch some humans wither.