I am (not) a monster. Or am I? I don't know. Or do I? Maybe so...
So maybe I sought love from my family and friends and failed well to succeed
Ought I to know the truth? In the mirror, I see a human with two horns.
Until somebody said, "Maybe you should hide those under a French beret."
Guessing I was different than the rest of the crowd that I stand out with horns.
How people would freak out if they could see my tail or my legs like a bull.
Tailor-made pantalons with specially-made shoes hide my bovine physique.
Fit like an athlete, women want to make love with me until they see
In the darkness of night, what I am is no man, nor simply animal.
To say I am a beast, a monster is too much, such indelicate words.
Words, words, words, words, words, words, words. I just want to fuck, to succumb to desire.
Ordinary people without horns or a tail get to live sexy lives.
Rivers of blood, I spill when I go down to feast on the flesh of women.
Despite my black beret, my horns get in the way and gut my love interests.
Silly women think me the devil in disguise, but I'm the Minotaur.
Trouble is everyone thinks that I'm a monster and that I should be killed.
Obviously, monsters don't exist but I do. I am a real person.
Paint the blackest picture that you could imagine. I am dead to the world.
Antiquity killed me, puerile mythology, for children and adults.
In the mirror, I see a handsome gentleman and on All Hallows' Eve.
Not the monster I am in the eyes of others because of my ethics.
To say I've made mistakes is an understatement but then I have these horns.
To kill another man with these pointed bull horns would be mea culpa.
However to murder a woman by mistake within carnal pleasure
Even this is frowned down upon within the courts but I am an outcast.
Blackest sheep among wolves, innocence is cutthroat, predators are victims.
Lackluster, a long life, if only I had died when Theseus found me.
Absent-minded heroes accept the truth they see, they believe deception.
Clarity, mindfulness occurs inside a cave, total darkness from light.
Kill a make-believe bull by decapitation and everyone loves you.
Escape was my release from my dark confinement on the Island of Crete.
Still, fitting in was hard, so I hid in England though I am very tall.
To find a ten foot man in a crowd is easy, but I hid nonetheless.
Face my blackest mistakes as an immortal god, I am beyond all sin.
Although, criminals think I'm a bad ass killer as I have no restraint.
Cutthroat, I joined the monks to learn philosophy, politics and econ.
Economics is lies with a cube of sugar in order to gain wealth.
Obviously, I think differently than people as I am a monster.
Face my blackest mistakes, I'm not even human except for my torso.
Woe be to Minotaurs who bear a human heart, it is so confusing.
Ordinary people don't know what I have learned from my experience.
Experience cannot be conveyed to people who dwell inside dark caves.
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