The Shape
O Michael how your knife is shining bright;
Your shape hides in the very dark shadows;
Stalking your victim on Halloween night;
Unsuspectingly you deal the deathblows.
Spending fifteen years in that hospital;
You escape that place to exact revenge;
You break your victim’s bones that are brittle;
Your victims, your doctor tries to avenge.
The babysitters are messing around;
Going to party and not watch the kids;
O Michael you will put them in the ground;
You will make them all so very sorry.
And while you go around on your big spree;
O Michael you will never get Laurie.
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Josh Dixon, Staff Writer
My name is Josh, and this is my first year on the journalism staff. I love watching movies and spending time with friends. My favorite movie is probably...