Boo Land
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
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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