CHORUS :
Is it a Hoax or an Hex,
in this Scary Trickmas Mix,
With 6 Skinny Skeletons,
pulling a Sleigh Grave Betwixt.
The twitching bewitching hour,
in a Tick Tock Scatter,
With an Erking for a Lurking,
in a none of your business Matter.
1.
Twas the Fright before Trickmas,
and all through the World,
Pestilence and Disease
mixed up in a Pandemic Swirl.
With all kinds of Illnesses,
and limited to no Protection,
Because the incubation of the Viruses,
are in a full grown Erection.
In a bodily Penetration,
Disguised as Medication,
Destroying the Immune System,
despite any prescribed Immunization.
In this Scary Trickmas Fright
2.
Now whether it's hot or cold,
seasonal changes don't Matter,
Because the deceitful Recipe,
is Infiltrated in the Batter.
Flowing from the needle's incision,
in the Puncture of the Skintight,
With the poison of a Vipers Bite,
and the Enigma of a Nanomite.
And all the Masks are cast out,
as trash heading to the Landfill,
For the common cold and flu I'm told,
are signs of the Covid Spill.
With the symptoms of the same,
sneezing, coughing and runny Nose,
All the traits of Pneumonia with,
a Stay at home Quarantine Impose.
In this Scary Trickmas Fright:
3.
And in the mental capacity,
on a search for the Suggestive,
Is a pre-written Trickmas Clause,
in a Recessive Digestive Aggressive.
That leads to a Shushing,
in the silencing of a Hushing,
And in the swiftness of the Rushing,
we're off to an Armageddon Pushing.
Because of the Departure,
in a daily death Sorting,
Decreased of Health & Deceased,
of Breath in a lined up Deporting.
And the only gifts left to Give,
in the days that we Live,
Is a Contamination of Frustration,
from a determitive Combative.
4.
With no rest for the Souls,
in God bless the Dead,
For the Judgment Retribution,
is in route with the Dread.
For the Covid is like the Grinch,
with a theft in the Stealthy,
And Jeepers Creepers to the Reapers,
is like Dissipation to the Healthy.
Causing the closure of Shutters,
to the Mutters of the Slutters,
Bringing Blistering Sores of Stutters,
to guinea pigs packed in Clutters.
At a Death Feast that's Hosted,
to celebrate America being Roasted,
But from the drink that was Toasted,
they all got Ousted and Ghosted.
In this Scary Trickmas Fright:
5.
And in the last funeral Rites,
the message in the Kites,
From executed prisoners in the Plights,
of the Scary Trickmas Frights.
Are conclusive and exclusive,
in the Cautionary Tale,
Of a Trap without a Map,
to escape this Hell Swell.
For the Bombs are infused,
with gun powdered Dynamite,
To light up the skies in the Night,
of the Scary Trickmas Fright.
From the: Skinny Skeletons Series
MCREV
