Don’t Go In The Basement

Don’t Go In The Basement long poem

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Don’t let them in; don’t let them get to you
Keep all the doors that lead downstairs
Double locked, I’m telling you this for your
Own good child, do whatever you gotta do
For your basement is a portal to hell
Where demons come-a crawling up from
An old water well and a new one with
Five heads and tails just made his way
From out of the bottomless pit today and
He whispers to outcome child ‘cuz I know
A really good game you’d love to play oh
But you must be wise and see through
His disguise, please listen to me and please
Do not turn that key, I know at your age
It’s hard to do what you’re told but if you
Don’t do what you’re told you will surely be
Ripped from the innocence of your precious
Soul oh so…
They are there just waiting to hurt you now
So keep all the doors that lead downstairs
Closed and double locked, I’m telling you for
Your own good child, you can do whatever
You wanna do just DON’T, DON’T GO IN THE

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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