The Burbs Are Not Scary At All
I wrote this one after watching the miniseries “The Pacific.”
THE BURBS AREN’T SCARY AT ALL
Scarier the skeletons sitting in the suburbs
or the ones being dug out of graves…
the ones in the foxhole,
that you must brave.
It’s all a graveyard,
a horror movie…it’s war.
The setup couldn’t be more frightening.
The enemy was glad to prepare it for you.
Ghosts are all about…hungry,
to tell you what it’s all about. You close your eyes,
wipe away the grime.
The skin-crawling maggots are brought to life,
all the livelong day. The scent of fetid perfume,
no roses to deceive the nose - the stench.
Descending to the bottom of the abyss -
the devil gives you a kiss on the lips.
The burbs aren’t scary at all. The bony mass stares.
Pretty pumpkins, smashed, everywhere.
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