seasons trample

i tried to keep it scary, to maintain my brawn at the post

but the weather and days they caught up to me, and now I’m feeling decomposed.

My grimace is still a bit grimmacy, my eyes they peer into my brain

but few are the ones who do run from me, even kittens now nibble my twain.

i think i’m still ugly as intended, my head still a spherical shape

i’ll be back to my gruesome in know time, i might just need a little piece of duct tape.