The Beast of the Streets

He’ll tell you he’s a demon;

That there is terror in his rage.

He’s stuck on convincing you

The world is safer if he’s caged.

But in truth he fears iron bars

And his bravery is staged.

Apparently, he has a reputation

On the streets up North-East,

Where he is spoken of in whispers

And called simply “The Beast”.

Yet it hasn’t translated into cash

So, he’s a guest at every feast.

?Oh, I am sure he’s dangerous,

To those who let him come near.

Violence emerges when he panics

A panic born from darkest fear.

I could point him out if you like

But he’s too common around here.