When the spooky month of October comes,
my favorite activity is carving pumpkins.
Yet, where we live pumpkins don’t grow,
but there’s multiple houses around the neighborhood.
Therefore, I chose the lottery winners,
crying and pleading to win the competition.
I sow their mouths, remove all the guts,
to start carving on the beautiful chosen
that’ll represent my spooky house.
Although some blue shirt men try to stop me,
handcuffing, telling me I’m eliminated,
I still showcase my gorgeous and mysterious art
for the neigbours judge
my bloody human pumpkins.