Halloween Sucks

They're adorable when they're young.
Females everywhere ogle them with aww's and coos of affection.
Candy-coated saturations and squealing
"They're so cute! Look at their little costumes!"
And the vinyl pumpkins crack giddy grins.
They sustain on such love and praise.
They're royalty in the eyes of emotional individuals.

But they grow up.
The sweet petite princess is now
Pissing on the pavement.
In my driveway, a box social takes place
With the flaps wide open.
And her jester eagerly shatters my glass
So she would crack a smile.

She's royalty in the eyes of inebriated individuals.
I'm cleaning up her royal mess.
It would be my born duty,
'Cause I lack the grace and beauty
In applying a condom like she does.
Unable to lick my wounds among all else,
I pick the shards by the fistful.

I'm a peasant in the eyes of equitable individuals.
My spirit is ignited, not by ethanol
But by the unshed tears
That bitterly ferments within
For I can't afford the former.
I gingerly brush away the crystals
And wallow in the sting of its scratches.

I'll be cold tonight,
And awaiting the culprit to lay with her.
And he would have deserved it.
For the hole he left between my eyes and soul
Are as big and as dark
As her gaping vagina.