My Kryptonite
"A Cemetery Tale "
I stay away from the cemetery at night for that is where he lives
I call him the Demon head, and he has horns of alabaster calcite
every time I visit my friend's grave, I always break out in hives
cuz he is always there shedding his horns, all through the night
I light my lantern and walk with a mask on in case he's hiding
bidding my time I smoke a cig or too, and wait for the daylight
he never comes around here, behind the aluminum siding
when dawn finally arrives, I am free from his kryptonite
Dancing pumpkins, roiling breath of cadavers and body rots
deadly snakes and big fat bats that fly into cracked empty pots
Demon head with all his rotting diplomats cannot shed fear
when it comes to the likes of him, well I stay clear.....
I stay away from cemeteries and Demon's with horns of calcite
cuz when they shed, the hives begin to itch with all their might.
October 11, 2021
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