beware the little man

beware the little man that hides inside your ear
he'll tell you things you may not like to hear
though his stories might be kind in tone
the moral, easily condoned
he has a motive quite unknown

before you wake from slumbers deep
the dreams you have will make you weep
then when you're bursting out of bed
with eyes of burning cherry red
for sure, he's crept inside your head

you'll spend the day fogged up and weary
droopy eyed and rather dreary
as you blink, you're on the floor
begging for to end this war
of course, he'll gleefully ignore

back to bed wound up like springs
thinking sad, unhappy things
word salad, is your sputtering
and even through the stuttering
you'll feel your mind still fluttering

days will pass, turn into weeks
your sanity will spring a leak
then two, or three, and maybe four
gushing out onto the floor
you'll never even up the score


a figure in a crisp white coat
will tell you things that make you choke
you'll try to run and hide away
a dainty ear you'll find, and stay
telling stories night and day.