Spooked
Dressed up in costumesthe little children knock on your door
"Trick or treat" they ask,
but you just slam the door in their face: "I do not want anymore
of your silly spook games"
you yell after them as they scurry off, with tears in their eyes
"Halloween is nothing but a silly made-up day
filled with nothing else but lies"
Then you return to your comfy sofa in the living-room
And continue to make love to your TV
since that's all that matters in your life
you have not had any friends since high-school, when they nick-named you "Pee-Wee"
Pee-Wee the fat and useless nerd
In their eyes you were naugh but a geek
They say you have no feelings,
Yet strangely enough, a lonely tear finds its way down your cheek
As you sit there and feel sorry for yourself
You wish that you'd been one of those trick-or-treat kids standing on the porch
And that you'd been able to laugh, love and have fun
It was something you hadn't done, since the day your heart they did scorch
Naah, it didn't matter anymore, you told yourself
as you continued to flick through the channels-
Then, out of the blue a rotten egg crashed its way through your window, and landed on your forehead
with a splash, "TREAT" the children yelled
"Now you're dead, go back to bed!"
Poetry by Sabrina
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Written on 2006-10-31 at 18:27
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