I have no plans tonight because for me,
everyday is Halloween without the fun start,
we’re always looked at as freaks anyway,
why dress up when i can just be us and play my part.
Mile-high quality costumes with black lace and staff,
revealing your inner super-star hero whore,
the costumes you like the best and urge your laugh,
are the ones you wish too be and or galore.
Pitchforks up garderbelz with crotch and cleavage revealing,
humanity wakes up once a year to party and see each others inner-self,
shiny black capes and revealing masks enhancing the mystery of being unseeing,
I don’t stand in line or take kindly to fools so i’d rather be writing the next poem for the shelf.
