deepundergroundpoetry.com
Be Afraid - Be Very, Very, Very Extra-Ordinary Afraid
The Devil is out tricking the traitors on Halloween night
Proudly donning his skin-head like a mask of the alt-right
Treating a glutinous appetite to their tasty foolish souls
Creating fear in the hearts of those refusing to become his ghoulish trolls
He keeps his true intensions shrouded in colorful deceits
Unbelievably believed the more hyperbole he repeats
Be careful not to catch the cold blowing in he Autumn air
As his tricky fingers reach in your bag to steal away Obama-care
On All-Hollows-Eve he walks among children in the streets
Pocking hearts with injections of his venomous dirty treats
While the kidnapped kids get sold a candy-coated bill of goods
To demons cloaked in white sheets beneath pointed hoods
Even his dark house wears a costume of presidential white
While those who open the windows to their souls witness his black light
Some will still deny and worship every breath tainted with a hateful lie
Until, at the end of the day, the only right thing left to do is die
So as orange tinted leaves begin raining down off the sleeping trees
The tears of willows weeping form a wave atop the deep blue seas
As more souls ascend into Heaven with each gunshot that rings clear
Who will vote into office the ones who run on the politics of fear?
Proudly donning his skin-head like a mask of the alt-right
Treating a glutinous appetite to their tasty foolish souls
Creating fear in the hearts of those refusing to become his ghoulish trolls
He keeps his true intensions shrouded in colorful deceits
Unbelievably believed the more hyperbole he repeats
Be careful not to catch the cold blowing in he Autumn air
As his tricky fingers reach in your bag to steal away Obama-care
On All-Hollows-Eve he walks among children in the streets
Pocking hearts with injections of his venomous dirty treats
While the kidnapped kids get sold a candy-coated bill of goods
To demons cloaked in white sheets beneath pointed hoods
Even his dark house wears a costume of presidential white
While those who open the windows to their souls witness his black light
Some will still deny and worship every breath tainted with a hateful lie
Until, at the end of the day, the only right thing left to do is die
So as orange tinted leaves begin raining down off the sleeping trees
The tears of willows weeping form a wave atop the deep blue seas
As more souls ascend into Heaven with each gunshot that rings clear
Who will vote into office the ones who run on the politics of fear?
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 4
reads 419
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.