The Cranklatches are here
and they've come out to play
creaking and clanking
through the dying light of day
mechanical pixies
with robotic complexion
dead-pan demons
devoid of affection.
Leaving few traces,
and stealing children's faces -
oil stained, macabre and free
vile intentions disguised
by the perfect plans they've devised -
masquerading as you
or as me.
Auriferous
vicious
nasty
and sly
Grotesque
burlesque
hasty
and wry
but one thing I wonder
about these prolific creatures;
(or, Freaktures)
they're greedy,
they're seedy,
they're selfish and thieving -
but
Isn't that the same with us human beings?