Challenge
Are you a carpenter? A pole dancer? Do you work in a cubicle? Write a poem inspired by your work experience, good or bad. Lusting over a coworker? Anticipating the next promotion? Afraid of being out in the open? Write it all here!
The Seasonal Evil (Run, Run, Run)
All Hallow's Eve comes to the park
where hanging corpses' last desire
sparked twisted evil in the dark
from trees with heat of devil's fire
Run run run away
screaming down the Trail
scarily scarily scarily scarily
Hoping not to fail
Hunting season hails arrival
mandrake roots spawn life of nether
Captured souls flail for survival
until all's left is skin like leather
Run run run away
screaming down the Trail
scarily scarily scarily scarily
Hoping not to fail
Empty shells yet learn to scream
freed from their traps by twisted death
Turn Nightmare loose in evil dream
to steal another spirit's breath
Run run run away
hoping not to fail
scarily scarily scarily scarily
chased by unearthly wail
scarily scarily scarily scarily
screaming down the Trail
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