“Oh, don’t close the door, honey, oh no If the door is closed no one will know I’m open English Romantics? Here’s an Edgar Allan Poe I read lots of books myself; do you like westerns?”
(Dark narrow paths tunnel through dark moldy heaps)
“I paid fifty dollars for that bolt cutter It’s almost new; I bought it for my daddy My brother locked him out of his own house You can have it for twenty; I live upstairs”
(The shambling slippers follow me to the door)
“It’s a shame that girls don’t play with dolls anymore Come back anytime; I’m mostly open”
A bit of East Texas Gothic for ya. Name changed to protect the unhappy.