I’m surrounded by monsters.

The flesh eating Wendigos

who lack social skills,

but not to be confused

with the decaying zombies,

who, to be honest, just want a brain.

I hate the screeching banshees

who gather together with other banshees

& squeal at 2 am

when I’m trying to Netflix.

& the group of trolls who makes

a drunken tribute to Dionysus

every weekend are lacking in social depth.

Did I mention the fight

between werewolves & vampires.

It’s an important hassle but

The best fight happens every four years.

I wanted this old wolf with glasses to win

but I can settle for the She-wolf.

I’m surrounded by monsters

But I’m a monster too.

My father was a hell hound & my mother

a nymph.

I’m stereotyped as a hot-blooded hybrid

that is only good at two things.

Do what I’m told & humping.

Sometimes it’s true.

Yeah I’m a monster

but we all put on our shoes the same way,

one paw, talon or tail at a time.

We aren’t that bad.

compared to those other monsters.

The ones that you don’t expect

to stab you in the back.

I may be a monster

But I know what I am.

& if I ever see a human

I’ll run like hell

They are the real monsters.