You Don'T Know Jack! Poem by Robert Charles Howard
You Don'T Know Jack!
Call it spooky, call it grim -
I call it an act of calculated evil.
Cold hard steel carving
squares and triangles in my torso.
My eviscerated guts tossed in a boiling pot -
A candle shoved in my vacant belly.
O, how I rue the day I left
my peaceful patch beside the corn
to meet my savage and ignoble end
this frosty Halloween night.
Friday, October 15, 2010
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