Reality bites

Reality bites

Harder than vampires teeth,

Bought over the counter

For the price of a sweet,

You might give as a treat,

When they ring the bell,

Dressed like demons from hell.

Do we need this game,

When further on

down the road,

Some other guys

Break in through

The back door.

Relieve themselves

On the kitchen floor.

Steal your fathers watch,

The ring your mother

Wore when she got married.

Shattered your trust,

And left only what could not

Be carried.

But these are days

When we remember,

October through November

Is a be-witching time.

Whether they exist or not

It is hardly a crime.

To pretend for the night,

Give the neighbours a friendly fright,

And forget the pain

That can be caused

By the rude invasion

Of a real person’s space,

Break in and violate

Their own private place,

And then smile

To their face

When they come to the door,

And ask for more,

A trick or a treat,

For the sport.

Go on,

Be a good sort.