Freaks are off the leash-
let's roam in the pen-
we'll drink from a pumpkin-
then toast up again-
blood on the bricks
means cleaning the streets-
tricking means sicking-
as we're trolling for treats.
The weather has broken-
now breeze has the floor-
so put on your costume
and revel in gore-
there's no way to stop us-
like a bus or a train-
you can try and mop us-
but the answers so plain.
Written in blood-
like we're scrawling on flesh-
Happy Halloween to ghoulies-
both rancid and fresh!
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