Monsters running outside my house at night 
Illuminated by the aged and old street lights 
Across the street a witch flies on a broom 
So many children in their costumes
They run screaming, they fall and keep running 
I sit by the window silently shunning 
Their obnoxious behaviour as they go door to door  
Am I supposed to sit here and simply ignore?
 
I walk to my closet, my arm extends as it reaches inside
I told myself I would never do this again, well I guess I lied 
The handle of the aluminum bat is familiar in my hand 
Tonight's events will be outrageous and grand
I silently lace up my steel toed boots at the threshold to my home 
That's when I spot a child dressed up as Mario walking all alone 
 
I take off running and jump over my porch steps
I continued to run on a course to intercept 
The child who had noticed me and began to walk faster  
It was an act of futility akin to trying to outrun a natural disaster  
I gripped the aluminum bat harder in my hand and wound back
Hit the bag of candy out of his hands, it fell to the ground like a sad sack 
His expression was that of shock slowly melting to sadness
His eyes reflected back my look of madness  
Tears began streaming down his face  
I ran away and he gave no chase  
 
Halloween, a time when children go out in large numbers 
Did they expect me to stay at home and slumber? 
I'm 56 years old, retired and alone  
364 days out of the year I am stiff and sore and I moan 
But on Halloween I tear through the streets like a cyclone 
Making kids cry if they're without adult supervision 
Because I don't want to get caught and wind up on television  
Also because children are weak and rarely fight back 
And if they do, their bag of candy won't be the only thing I hit with my bat