I'm watching you run

I'm watching you hide

I'm watching you hum

I'm watching you stride

♡

I'm watching you play

I'm watching you fight

I'm watching you day

I'm watching you night

♡

I'm watching you then

I'm watching you now

I'll keep watching you somehow.

I don't like that place

Those rooms painted white

All but one face

Does not have a trace

Of evil, or spite

And they smell of rubber

With a hint of green gutter

Not sweet jelly,

Or blueberry butter.

Just my luck

I found a hen

Which I shall pluck, pluck, pluck

Then sleep again.

Don't open the door

When he comes a knockin'

And never explore

When someone is stalkin'

♡

Cause he'll beat you and rape you

Won't leave ya for dead

He'll cook you and eat you

With yummy sandwich bread

♡

There is nothing to fear

Unless you are human

He'll say "Don't worry dear

You'll taste better with cumin."

♡

Those who are smart

Will listen to me

Those who just aren't

Will be his next feed.

♡

2 June 2010

Those creatures, beware

They might pull out your hair

Then take off in flight

Eat creepies, they might

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All in the name

In the name of lovely night

Goodbye, says I.

For I am leaving on a journey.

Goodbye, says I.

To home I shall not returny.

~

Run run run, deep into the woods.

But I dare not be lost

Not here, from where I stood.

I will exit at all cost.

~

The forest is a magical place,

First, one must battle a tiger.

Just to see the face

Of another creature higher.

~

"So you would like to wrestle?"

I ask the giant bear.

"Yes, then surely will I nestle

In my homely cave, way out there."

~

Past the bear, past all that's scary,

I see something I must sing to.

Hey honey

I've got a bad rash

Would you lend me some money?

I really need cash.

Herp-

a-

derp-derp

Said the old, smelly perp.

I have a locket in my pocket

That means the world to me

'Cause I lick it and kick it

When not one soul

can

see.

That strange ghost

Is quite fun

That ghost

Is so scary.

He tickles and shares

But that ghost, that strange ghost,

Also slaughters and scares

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Not that I mind,

For he's one of a kind.

He sits on the shelf, cold and lonely.

No one wants him anymore

If only, if only.

His plans involve much gore.

He makes his move and jumps off

He lands on his face, poor boy.

He handles the cuts with a scoff.

There will never be pain, for he is a toy.

Running towards the door, his eye has popped.

He leaves it behind, he must keep going.

He feels the hurt now, it has not dropped.

The pain, clearly, is showing.

He makes it to the kitchen, reaches for a...

Start up the car

Get out of town

I'm sure you'll go far

Unless, of course, you drown.

Runny nose

And old winter clothes

That's what Christmas is.

"Last Year" is so passé

"3 o' clock" likes to hide beneath my bed

"Tomorrow" always gets his way

And "Last Night" is in my head.

!

"Right Now" is too impatient

"Maybe Later" is a bore

"Already" is too tainted

And "Always" is a whore.

!

"Forever" seems so far away

"This Weekend" comes too slow

"Never" hates to stay

And as for "I'm in a Hurry?" well she's all for show.

!

"Over-due" never came,

"Whenever" will not end

"7 o'clock" is playing a game

And "Midnight" is my friend.

!

Wrinkles, gray hairs

And heart attack scares

-

Please don't die on me now

I have to get those cookies somehow.

I have friends,

Buds, you see,

I have friends,

As many as three.

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They tell me things

The kind I believe

They tell me things

Stuff you can't conceive

#

Sometimes they hate me

They say I don't listen

Sometimes they hate me

Because my thoughts glisten

#

They make me laugh

They make me cry

They make me laugh

They make me ask "Why?"

#

Isn't it clear

All that I've said?

Let us tell you a story

Of a boy tall, lanky, and drunk

The life and times of Patrick O'Mickey

He is full of great spunk

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He runs through the town

"Where's the ghost where's the ghost?"

The people call him a clown

"Sit down lad, here, have some toast"

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"I can't, for I am busy

looking for a creature from beyond

I call him Great Uncle Tizzy

He lives out by the pond.

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We play hide-and-seek

He's a very good hider

But I'm dizzy and weak

I got bit by a spider"

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"The boy's mad, he's insane,"

They said shortly after

You smelled like the sun

Before you turned gray.

I miss it, twas fun

Take us back to old ways

Of our days missing grays

And those grays with no days.

Oh, little spider.

You're such a great hider

I rest with a fright

As you crawl out at night

And pray that I might

Not squash you on sight.

Oh, little spider.

You'll always be hated

Stay under the bed

Unless otherwise stated.

How can you see

With those things in your sockets?

You look like a bee

Missing half of its wockets.

Of crimson and wine

My unpleasant swine

We wait for the squeal

That marks our next meal.