Lance Carthen

Rookie (4-10-81 / Mineral Wells, TX)

The Creep - Poem by Lance Carthen

Obscene for little eye's to see
Meet the creep
Be sure the kids are asleep
Lock your doors
Make sure your windows dont seep
Stay awake
Listen for the floors to creak
If you hear it
Make sure you have your gun
When he see's you
Its too late too run
The creep is here
It wants to have some fun
Its here for you
Wants to taste your blood
Better shoot fast
Just as fast as you can
Pray you dont die
Because the kids are next in line
Beware the creep
Leave on your light
Because you dont need to die tonight


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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 20, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 21, 2010


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