A Poem of how My Favorite Holiday has become bastardized
Overpriced junk and noisy fog machines
It used to be an adventure, an event
Now I can’t even walk inside
Not just the spirit, but all around
Mass produced crap, AI art
Temu ghost and vinyl witches
Texas heat burning my brain
Why is it 100 degrees in October?
I miss the cornfields and foggy nights
Hayrides and haunted houses
You can find them for more than a concert ticket
Nothing feels like Halloween this year
My TV vomits out campaign commercials on a loop
That’s the real spooky story
Is what may happen after election day
Too hot to decorate and too tired to care
Too broke to buy consumer goods
There’s always next year
we’ll make our decorations next year
buy spooky art from crafters
That’s if we’re still here
No telling these days, but we’ll see how it goes
I always dress like Halloween anyway
Just disappointed what this time of year has become
Corporate, political, plastic and throwaway.
Even my black cats aren’t feeling it
They just want string
Like the string of a holiday dangled in front of us
Only to be replaced with Christmas items in October
The Spirit isn’t dead
It’s just been sold to the highest bidder
Recycled and regurgitated
Until we take it back
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