Sometimes in the dark,
I see them break apart,
With furry or straight hair,
Into pieces of never there.
I reload and think back,
To when parlour music played,
People laughed and went home,
So happy that they came.
Then the imposters,
They found it funny,
To make laughing a scary joke,
No respect for the colleges,
Or wardrobe challenges we invoke.
Anyone with money can buy a mask,
But it doesn’t mean you deserve it,
I earned my makeup after years past,
Now earn yours to grin and bare it.
You smug limey fans,
How dare you make kids scared,
Their joy was in our hands.
Picked off one behind a city sign,
Two sneaking up on an old lady,
A few more behind a house on 3rd,
And one by my door taking a selfie.
So as noses fly into the air tonight,
Don’t let it get you down,
And multicolored costumes are filled with holes,
Don’t run from a fate that never made you frown,
Remember that like you can buy masks, we can buy guns,
Clowning around offends us, the real, dangerous ones.