It’s almost time to search
for a scary night
so I’ve been frequenting dark bars
back rows in church
for you never know where one
may lurk.
As luck would have it I met
underneath a Blue Moon neon sign
the type I’m thirsty for
to make it through another Halloween
without being seen.
I quickly noticed her cheap plastic purse
paid for breasts
gave myself a little rest
before approaching and asking her
you come here more than often?
She replied, of course, more than you
or I’d had already known your name
and I told her, they call me insane.
We quickly bought each other a shot
to help numb the eyeball pain
she was definitely a typical plain Jane
I was dressed to kill.
I did take a second look
which scared me more than before
but hey, I’m just searching for a scary night
thought to myself she’ll do just right
even with a tattoo of Trump below her left eye.
After a dozen shots and lies
we made a date to meet on Halloween
take care of one another in the dark
beneath a willow tree in the park
and make promises to never keep
or remember names.
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