I Scare the Dead
Back in the day when kids were kids
And we never saw the hate
We could walk for miles all night long
For four bags of chocolate
Big grocery store bags for sure
No danger and nicely cute
I remember the day it changed
Razors appeared in the fruit
The crazy old lady down the block
Cut little girls’ hair, the Bitch
But now, at last, I don’t need wigs
To look like an aged witch
I’m hunchbacked from MS and age
And terrify the dead men
Who haunt Facebook and the chat rooms
Looking for a younger hen
And if the ghosts and goblins come
I know to just tell them “Boo!”
They’ll run away from my candy door
And never again haunt Sue
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