You don't need a brain,
Just throw it away,
You don't need to run,
I'll find you anyway,
Give me your bones,
To hang up on the wall,
And make pretty things,
You better be appalled,
I think I'll have your eyes,
On hooks above the door,
And lay out your smooth skin,
As a new rug on my floor,
I need a new wind chime,
Where your teeth will sing,
Clattering in the breeze,
They finish off everything,
This is an invite,
A "trick or treat?"
Just come calling,
And I promise fresh meat,
So with these deccies,
My party'll be a hoot,
Why not come round?
Here -
I'll even show you the route.
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