And The Olives Were Supposed To Be Eyeballs Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Whether for charity or as part of an event for school, buy a ticket for a haunted house
It's Halloween, one must pretend the supernatural is real
And blood and gore is a real life situation to be encountered

Close your eyes when they dip your hands in spaghetti intestines
And swollen cauliflower brains
But the most realistic was the olive eyeballs

Imagine the pupils already torn out the way olive pits are torn out
Imagine day to day more inside than outside
And smiling pumpkin sons greet you like they know you

Not with backs bristling with instant defense
Lay down your anatomically correct cynicism
Believe what a child host tell you
When she submerges you in the long held tradition of scary storytelling