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Trick or TreaT

Posted May 20, 2026 · 32 lines · 3 critiques

"Trick or treat, smell my feet,
give me something good to eat.
If you don't, I don't care,
I'll pull down your underwear."

Kevin playing walkin's seat,
another scandal that's a treat,
raising stakes with every beat,
scream and swear, life never fair—
welcome to the house of Blair.

Feel the heat of smoke and tare,
drop your tears like crimson flare,
in the arms of deceit, in witch's care,
spells so sweet, if you dare.

From Bleak to Blair, a trip will stain your underwear.

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Grim is here to stare, skeletal palm so bare,
holds a scythe so pale, a swing will steal your heir.

Heads like wheat, harvest of thoughts in stacks,
farming brains with every smack,
cool robe and tasty snacks,
flat feet? Ha! Flat on your back.

Can't extinguish demon's heat,
their words are karmic debt,
pain leagues are for elites,
ghosts roam in fleets.

Gates open wide, Grim: "Welcome to my ghost parade,
brought you here from shore to shade,
come close, don't be afraid,
well… maybe just a lil' afraid!"

"Who moaned the most?" specters and goons
echoed wail beneath our moons.
Most souls to the roast, some to toast,
a nightly feast is nigh, don't leave too soon.

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