Between the bakery and donut shoppe
there is a darkened stair
garbage flows ’round the blackened door
beyond which is the Humbug’s lair.
The Humbug rises every day
and crawls into the light
where he vomits up his darkness
and swears that it is right.
He guiles them to the darkness
with the power of his lies,
recognizing all his children
by the madness in their eyes.
If he binds you in that darkness
he will roll you in some dung,
lay a parasite on your chest
that it might eat into your lung.
So if you see a Humbug
and he hasn’t seen you yet
don’t listen son, just turn and run
ignorance is your best bet.
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