Don't go open your front door
I won't go out it anymore
I've seen enough, I don't need more
It just feels like one big chore
Candy is still missing from last year
What happened still remains unclear
I'd say there's plenty we can fear
So check the locks again, will you my dear?
I am not frightened any other time
What happens is much more than crime
It's more than bugs and dirt and slime
And, the point is I'm past my prime
It's all the kids coming dressed in gore
So many now I can't keep score
It chills me to my very core
All those trump masks at my door.
