A monster lives within my skin.
Of that there’s little doubt
And when it feels the need to feed
The monster’s coming out.
When wanting food, it’s mean rude
Until it finds a feast
I keep a snack inside my pack
To tame the ineret beast.
It isn’t really all that mad.
It’s hangry though, instead.
But given treats and meats and sweets
the beast goes back to bed.