How could it be that
The start of spooky season
Feels no different
Than each one this year
I’ve been joking it’s still March
It might as well be
That’s some spooky stuff
If all around us the world
Was moving forward
And we were stuck here
While a rotting gourd loitered
In the whitest house
Blabbing the same thing
Not giving us any peace
For six freaking months
The squirrels seem eager
To peck away at pumpkins
Though decorative
At least they promote decay
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