Limerique

These things are always happening
These things never go away
They wring at your neck
When you least expect
Just to see how much you can take

There’s a monster in my closet
There’s a monster in my pants
I don’t know which one I’m more afraid of
But when fantasy recedes to reality
I know I’m barely adequate

And if they can see that
If they know the truth too
Then please go ahead and let me go
I’ve seen it all now and I can tell when I’m not wanted

These things are always happening
These things are still there now
But you just cry about this
And cry about that
Because there’s not much else you can do