Evil Work
There’s nothing quite like it, eh?
A tool that gets jobs done
But then you’ll have to stay
While others are having their fun
You’re forced to labor all day
Putting off your day in the sun
But Halloween is so near
And won’t it be pitiful
Not to instill some fear
By getting a bit physical
So get yourself in gear
And go and whack
Just one or two
From behind you’ll attack
Heads that will spew
A little blood
Along with brain
After the thud
Purely insane
They’ll clamor
Hammer
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