She was the type who dressed only in darks,
a ‘non-conformist' teen who bathed in snark,
in black lipstick her smile did hide,
row of piercings ran above her eyes.
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I bit back a strong urge to choke the runt,
or call her a bad name that rhymed with ‘bunt.... Interesting poem carrying the spirit of Halloween. Thanks.
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I bit back a strong urge to choke the runt, or call her a bad name that rhymed with ‘bunt.... Interesting poem carrying the spirit of Halloween. Thanks.