Halloween poesy

on Halloween
my sis gets mean:

she'll growl a lot and spit

and if you poke her with a stick

she'll squat and take a shit

if there's a moon

she'll sing a tune

and grow out body hair

but only in the hidden place

yes—hair that grows down there

when there's enough

she'll make a tough

new bullwhip that she cracks

a pussy-whip that she can use

to split logs like an axe

I saw her kill

my best bud Phil

he ran away too slow

she whipped her crotch and caught him good

—it took a single blow

so watch yourself

you little elf

on that most hallowed eve

my sis is likely out there now

so you had better leave