Getting into the spirit of Halloween…


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.


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