Boogiewoogie Man.
what was once amusement, painted faces, silly incidents, turn horrendiously wrong.
They where innocent once, now they are twisted.
Funny jokes send mothers huddling their children tightly.
Fairytales of the boogeyman, always change, truth is.
The boogeyman is a clown.
Bright tents, huge, entertaining.
Bodies lined up, under a house, a stink so strong, it reeks havoc among the innocent.
Former, scarying little kids, he was a party clown.
A destroyer, killer, thriller, murder.
The death of millions, because of the invasion of
Clowns gone bad!.
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