It is midnight on the streets,
Shadows growing to the fears.
Lock your doors, bring the lights,
Jack the Stripper comes to life.
Knives and sickles screeching high,
Phantom voices tear the night.
Run away and don't look back,
Jack the Stripper wearing black.
See the moonlight flash on steel,
Here the monster will reveal
All your flesh, and all your skin,
Jack the Stripper coming in.
You may cry, you may be quiet,
Everything will be alright.
Doesn't matter what you do,
Jack the Stripper behind you!
2019
Jack the Stripper
© Copyright: Александр Гарбер, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120030400024
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