There is a small green monster
that lives behind your back
He slides a noose around your neck
while slowly pulling up the slack
You do not know he’s there
but you see him everyday
sucking all the life from you
watching you slowly decay
You will know he’s there by your struggle
as you chase around his tail
Blinded by your wordily things
that will slowly rot and fail
He feeds upon your misery
and turns you into a slave
while you die a poor man’s death
without so much as a marker
for your hard earned grave
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