The Boogeyman
The boogeyman is real!
Not under my bed but in it
This woman is nuts, I'm done with it
But I gotta plan it better this time
Cause she almost killed me last time
Tried leaving her before, but I wouldn't be heard
She nearly shot my manhood like a small bird
Time before that I ran all the way to another state
She followed me there , we bumped into each other as if it were fate
I'm scared!
I am a man, but theres only so much i could take
the woman is a succubus for chrissake
I should call the cops , but another bone of mine will break
She walked in and said "You leaving me?"
I said no, she smelled the lie and pointed a gun at me
We fought for the arm of fire
Then a huge gust of fire
Blew from the weapon
She's dead!
What do I do? I repeatedly said
Frantically I put her in a box
Laid her under my mattress
A tear I did shed
Only of Happiness though, now the boogeyman is under my bed
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2011
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