Chased By Freakish Whores
Caterwauling I had never heard
From brown bowels of the wizard’s herd.
Turned black Satan bat into a nerd.
Enchanted witch asked for a word.
I was being chased by freakish whores.
Pure mischief oozed out of my pores.
I pounded on my grandmother’s doors,
She could not hear over her snores.
I frantically tried others’ door mats.
Whores transmogrified into cats.
I ran straight to Arizona flats.
But uh-oh Satan had more bats.
The caterwauling is here again.
I’m not sure which house it is in.
A door opens; I am pulled inside.
And sadly there’s no place to hide.
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