Monster Man Poem by Naveed Akram

Return to lands his father owns,
Pursue him as my food,
He is the son that presses bones
And is to catch but chewed.

I am a lonesome monster man
That can not see the life,
It is a highness that began
With highness of my wife.

On Sunday, cool is your belief
That women managed bane,
This wife is bad and must be chief
Of misery, again.

I eat of men and bones and flesh,
The opposite of good,
But does my wife keep fresh
Her meat at home - she would?