Monsters Poem by anthony rubino

SO SURELY, A WONDER AND JOY TO OBSERVE THE,
THIS LITTLE BOY,
AT PLAY SKIPPING ALONG, TOOTING HIS LITTLE FIDDLE,
SPREADING THE BIGGEST OF ALL RIDDLE.

NO OTHER, BUT I MAY BE THE LIAR.
FOR I AM THE FOREVER LIAR,
A HUMAN SPIDER,
WICKEDNESS IS THE WEB, IN WHICH I WIEVE, MY PLOY IS TO DECIEVE,
IN ORDER SO I MAY ACCOMBLISH, TO ACHIEVE!

DESTINIES A DRIFT,
ANGERS GIFT.
TRAGEDIES SILK-EN THREAD,
REMEDIES, EVER SO, OF I ALL WILL COME TO KNOW AS I RELEASE THE RED!
FOR MONSTERS NOT ONLY RESIDE WITHIN THE CLOSET OF ONE'S HEAD! ! ! !
BY ANTHONY RUBINO