You say What?
There, following you
so close behind.
Moaning his grief,
the torture
of his mind.
His arms
reaching out,
grabs
like its mine.
Stiff
he waddles,
each step
a Frankenstein's.
He was born
on the hollows,
of all
weens night.
Just ate
the candy,
diluting
his thoughts
of foresight.
Ragged complexion,
blackness of skin.
A mouth
drools open,
for the sweetness
within.
Sweetness
the parasite,
was his
constant friend.
A Mother's
warning,
never heeded
in the end.
Now hide
if you can,
from his
constant pursuit.
Learn he has,
the value
of your vegetables
and fruit.
He raids
your gardens,
at night
he does.
Eating
your veggies,
the rightful
healthier
buzz.
No longer
the monster,
once sickened
by sweets.
Invigorating
lifestyle,
is his new bag
of treats.
The Vegetarian Zombie,
is what he likes
to be known.
But still
he will bite you,
so he won't
eat alone!
This is Jim (Edgar Allan Poe) Hauenstein,
And tell your little kids this Poem after they dress up for
"Trick or Treat."
Maybe then they'll brush their teeth afterwards!
That's my Poem and I'm sticking to it!
Like what you read, or does it frighten you to where you shatter your teeth!
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Thanks for being Scared to Death!
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