It's Halloween, bring your axe.
Trick or treat, human meat.
Severed heads with frozen gaze.
The dead will laugh tonight.
Cyanide taffy,
Strychnine chocolate.
Come here, pretty, pretty
That I may mount your head by the fireside
And have your flesh with beer.
Come to Eddie's funhouse,
Apple in your mouth.
Mirrors which reveal the maggots in your soul.
Mazes filled with dead men,
Stench of spoiled meat,
But fresh meat has arrived.
Eddie's home.
Smiling man in silly mask
Creeping down the alleyway
Searching for little boys to maim.
Mommy, Mommy, I'm bleeding.
Santa cut off my dick!
George Chadderdon © 1991