`PRIVATE PROPERTY!

A Poem by Fran Marie

A Collaboration Write by Fran Marie and Sean M. Addams

PRIVATE PROPERTY!

Private Property, keep out it won't take much to put a bullet in your head
or this sign could read your epitaph on your permanent resting bed
What part of 'Do not enter!' don't you understand
violating space belonging to another man.
Hey jerk, my shotgun's always ready
for those folks who take the dare
and the bloody backwoods have plenty
of rotting bodies buried in the snare
Welcome is not a word we kindly use to greet
so take heed and read the sign
or you'll end up as gutted meat
No trespassing! 'lest we cut off your feet
Those who pay no mind to what these few words speak
end up doing the deadman's float
over yonder facedown in Bone Marrow Creek
and if by chance you do enter, you better be prepared
for the heidous shadowman who has no mercy to spare
he lurks by day and stalks at night
he kills to his bloody delight
of things so dreadful of which I cannot speak
that even strong men can't survive let alone the weak
so run, run, fast as you can for the gate
or the private property's curse will be your dooming fate!
Shadowman with an axe in his bloody hand
No breathing soul who enters will survive
He will gauge out your eyeballs
With terrified screams he slowly eats you alive
With your body parts all hanging out
He watches the last beats of your beating heart
Then he pulls off all your skin
Wishing that you obeyed the sign and walked away from the start
Finally breaking off your neck sticking your severed head on the post
Curse your weak foolish mind forever turning you into a ghost
Guts and brains are splattered everywhere
A gruesome death was his sicken plan
Your last frightened glaze
Looking into the hideous face of the Shadowman!
Should have read the warning on the bloody land
Should of walked away and death would have left you behind
Now you are buried in a shallow grave
Under the cursed private property sign!