~~ A Most Unhappy Halloween ~~
A little child knocked at my door ––
He looked so pallid, thin and poor
He meekly murmured, "Trick or Treat?"
He seemed pathetic, yet so sweet.
My heart was touched. I did not see
His parents hid behind the tree
Not three feet from my open door,
Tired, hungry, dirty, poor.
They had used their child as bait
Alas! I learned this much too late.
For they rushed at me wth a knife
I felt they meant to end my life
But no, they just swept through my door
And tramped all over my clean floor,
Rifled through each dresser drawer
Taking silver –– jewelry –– more
Stuffed them in my pillow case
Then ate the food stored in the place
I hoped by then that they'd just go
But when I asked, they just said "No!
"We like it here, we're going to stay
"You tried to lead our boy astray.
"We mean to be your family, see?
"Accept us, and we'll let you be.
"Remember you abused our kid.
"We know he'll tell the cops you did.
"You'll have no chance 'gainst us in court,
"So get this straight, and make it short
"We're living here at your expense
"You'll buy our food, we'll pay no rents.
"That's the price for being blind
"While believing you were kind."
That was several years ago.
They're with me still. They'll never go.
They've forced me to give them the deed
To my house, and watch them bleed
My stock account and savings dry,
But I won't let them see me cry.
For them I was an easy prey,
How long they'll let me live they never say!
~ FreeThinke, 10/31/18
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