Same Old Same Old
Same kinds of costumes every seventy years in the fall
No creativity, no imagination, no uniqueness at all.
Goblins, ghouls, witches, gargoyles, princesses and ghost.
I am tired of pirates and knights, we see them the most.
Surely these costumes are different today than before,
Said a witch trainee whose partner was covered in gore.
The warlock chuckled that she thought this optimistically.
In truth, the same ideas are here, and forever may always be.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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