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?