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In Boo Land ...

Every gagged mouth is covered 
by a grave reeker hand
Raven black-cloaked, vomit foul specter
maniacally sob laughing
Someone’s been tilting the tomb bottles again,
tipping thru the Pet Sematary growling 

Inflicting fear is the feral joy of the frightening
Scream suffering
is the howl pleasure of the torture pain

Boo Land,
welcome woe where random killing is a sure thing

Enter his morbid world, if you dare ... 
cross the sanity threshold, 
if you’re not scared

Boo Land
is an ostrich step out of the front door
Another gun murder
that’s not background check paid for

Fear is the underworld coin of this casket realm
It buys a lot of living dead qualms
about zombie parrot pirates perched at the helm

Scoundrel squawks with a 9mm trigger beak
Green paper caws with a burial holster lease

In Boo Land 
is where many a scared souls are morgue laid

Loan shark’s bullet teeth
shred the pound of flesh not vig paid
Violent crime victims don’t get timely first aid

Body spare organs are taken from the gene pool water,
to a black market with a dirty dollar $ign color
Frankie clones in the making ... it’s a steal bolt buy order

In Boo Land 
is where many a scared souls are coroner silenced

Feminine intimate violations
are off the haunted frat house charts
Bad boy wolves ravishing the little miss piglets

Misogyny grope temptation,
smear threats plays a finger tool part
Licentious desires are an inappropriate side bet
  
It’s the same ole heinous, privilege skin crimes,
committed in dim hallowed hall shadows
Canines getting-out-of-jail-free too many times
Another lusty boo-boo is landfill covered

So the boy cried wolf when the public spotlight blare came,
and the news splattered his foster name
Everyone said it was a small-town shame,
that a serial breath-taker said mommy issues was to blame

In Boo Land,
creeping fear     stealthily    walks upright

The fox in the dressy suit
         wanna sweet baby talk,
	  and coo take you 
		     to the crypt crib at night

Don’t be afraid to
Holler Loud ... or put up a fight,
if you think they got you
	      in their kill shot sight
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