POEM: "This Halloween"

I want to make this a Halloween to remember
Get obscene on the scene
Go on a real bender
A real, life ender
Blood spraying like no lid on the blender
Meat chunks and feet and hunks of flesh
Fucking guts and mush and bloody mess
Goop and guck and bits and shit
And that's it: No more stress
I want to chop off my arm and beat motherfuckers with it until I pass out
Leave no doubt
Show me a neck
Let me cut it open
give me a break
I keep hopin’
Allow me a chance to enhance the dance
Take off my pants and pull out the gats
Twin pistols to squeeze
Now they call me the breeze
I’m a plague, a disease
And I’ve come to infect you
No one can protect you

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