just when I think
I've got the little monster
locked up, blocked out and
shut down
she walks by with that guy
and I throw the key to the monster
now he's rampaging
in my guts
swinging from my spinal cord
throwing red paint
around in my heart
I've got a stranglehold
on my expression
so all it can do is
smile
Monday, December 31, 1990
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