Monster

The monster is out
It has its tongue swinging 
It is walking about 
Looking for a bit of killing
It has a gun in it's hand 
And a pocketful of morals 
Has its feet scraping sand
Blowing out the human tunnels 
The monster wears a mask
A disguise for the night
This evening, there is one task
... one bite 
The monster is coming
In all its monstrosity
No obstacles for the
Willing 
Humanities found Insecurity 
Here He comes 
Hide now underneath 
The monster within 
Is the monster beneath 
The monster is out
It has its tongue swinging 
It is walking about 
Looking for a bit of killing