Ballad of the Boogeyman

I like a dark street at midnight,

it’s where I like to play,

I’ll get caught if I choose to fight,

in the light of day,

so, to keep the normies woke,

as they tend to their sheep,

I turn into that thick smoke,

to bring the truth, they weep,

in the brightest of their lights,

there’s no choice, but obey,

in the darkness, they can test their might,

thus, paths they can pave,

but with ignorance a thousand-fold,

I have to be barbaric,

my prey, both young and old,

their minds begin to panic,

I hear their cliché questions,

even deathbed converters,

those without attention,

truly are the squirters,

hence, in my discretion,

I hold the envelopes,

“A’”s for better session,

“B”’s for rightful choke,

I now turn to you, unknown

which one would you choose?

Continue to smile in vacant zone,

or learn to love the noose?