child the world is full of boogymen
who fly on skelly bird wings not
just one of them but legion boogymen
in suits with briefcases full of important
papers pages that hold your fate sealed
like tombs boogymen in robes saying your
fate like night falling boogymen in uniforms
that confer authority boogymen who eat
children bad and good along with their parents
boogymen built into the system built by boogymen
calling shots making you dance giggling
as you struggle they like to call the tune
a terrible bop dance that eats the dancer
boogymen don’t care no way boogymen
are everywhere and most wear suits
designer shoes trade on the exchange
exchanging recipes for money making
no flags no allegiance they are global seeking
to be universal boogymen with a plan
well armed infected with greed eroded morals
drunk on i can so they do will do it to you
the boogymen
the boogymen
the boogymen who mostly wear suits