Scary

It’s almost Halloween but I

Am not afraid of bats

Or witches, spiders, vampires, ghosts

Or cross-your-path black cats.

 

I have no fear of mummies, monsters,

Skeletons or ghouls.

What frightens me the most are those

Who follow all the fools

 

Who won’t wear masks or will not vote

Or are prepared to shoot

If all their ballots are in vain

And Donald gets the boot.

 

All Hallows’ Eve will come and go

With tricks and treats curtailed.

I’m scared, though, that Election Day

Might find our land derailed.