Halloween in Fayetteville

...Letting the children inside to drink beers
Razorblades hidden in Three Musketeers
Screams from the basement of kids
Begging to be set free:

That's what Halloween means to me!

Tightening the clamps That are holding
Their little heads So tight.
Putting my lips to their ears As I whisper,
"Please Don't fight."
I promise I'll let you go home If you swear not to tell
A soul.
"I'll just untie these...I'm kidding."
And I'll wind up my chainsaw:
"Let's rock and roll."

A pinch of your brother,
A teaspoon of you,
With the head of your sister,
Would make a good stew.
I'd give you a taste,
But your tongue's in the stew.

Irony.

That's what Halloween means to me.