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Halloween by Stephen Lynch: Thinking of all the cool creatures that I will meet on this night Ghosts and goblins and witches roaming the streets in moonlight Bowls of candy and goodies, delicious and waiting in store The sound of cute little footsteps as they approach my front door Letting the children inside to drink beers Razor blades hidden in three musketeers Screams from the basement of kids begging to be set free That’s what Halloween means to me Tightening the clamps that are holding their little heads so tight Putting my lips to their ears as I whisper please don’t fight I promise I’ll let you go home if you swear not to tell a soul Well I’ll just untie these I’m kidding now where is my chainsaw? Let’s rock and roll A pinch of your brother a teaspoon of you With the head of your sister would make a good stew I’d give you a taste but you’re tongue’s in the stew; irony That’s what Halloween means to me Trick-or-treat, smell my feet Give me something good to eat Trick-or-treat, smell my feet Give me someone good to eat
