Where have you been, Ben?"
Alice used to say,"You slipped out last night,
"and you have been gone all day."
Ben stood quietly, looking at the floor
He was away last night, but maybe not anymore
"Did you buy that oil for my coffin hinges?
Or were you nipping necks again on one of your binges?"
Ben drug a hoof across the dirt that comprised their rug
He thought about answering her with his usual shrug
Something inside him knew this wouldn't work
Her breath was melting spiders, it drove them berserk!
A rumble started low and slow, the shack began to creak
The Dozers had followed Ben back home
Their attack was very effective, even if it wasn't a "sneak"
......
Six months later, in aisle number 37
A crusty coffin pops up amongst the plastic items displayed for sale
In Wally-World's Discount Halloween Heavan
Nobody noticed that it poked right up through the concrete
One toddler saw it waddled away with red stuff on his feet
"Mark everything down 25%, the season's over, we gotta move this junk."
The manager walked away from the associate with hair pink-punk
"Little boy, is it safe to come out now, I really want to know."
Where is that talking toy that has such a scary voice so low?
The squeak of the hinges put a chill up his back
Under the bright consumer-lit neon the beastly creature would attack
Later at register five: "How much for this realistic severed head, it almost looks alive!"
"Probably it's still here because of the hair,
I'll get it cheap, it's pink, I don't care!"

"My Insanity is well-respected, until they wiggle free and become a stringer for a tabloid"