Here we are, All Hallow’s eve,
Ripped shirt and blood upon my sleeve.
Bruises dusted upon my cheek,
Mouth so swollen I can barely speak.
Kids approve. Cool costume mister,
Is he serious, parents whisper.
Help, I say, he’s after me,
Call the cops or ambulance, I plea.
Oh, how they chuckle as they walk off,
Feasting kids, like pigs in a trough.
Disheartened, I wander the streets at night,
What an unfortunate time to get into a fight.