Ghost For Sale

It's that time

it's the season

I've got an eye on the prize

and a myriad of reasons

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Every year, right on time

there comes a change in the air,

As the moon starts to rise

begins my ghosts savoir faire

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It starts with a tickle

and my mind starts to race

My throat holds a giggle

and it shows on my face

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I lose all control

as the spirit takes over

it replaces my soul

and becomes the composer

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So, this year, I decided

to take my life back

To keep from being divided

and knocked out of whack

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I set up a trap, in a velvety box

to entice my ghost in, then, went to hide

I lured him in, like a sly stealthy fox

trapping him safely, inside

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He wasn't too happy

I could tell by his face

His scowls were quite crappy

he wiggled all over the place

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I tried to feel sorry

gave him a sad pouty look

But he got kind of scary

like, from a Stephan King book

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I had never seen him like this before

his face turned every kind of color

He began to violently slam all my doors

turned the clouds in the sky, to a squaller

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I covered the box, gently

turned some soft music on

Hoping if I was friendly

the conclusion, foregone

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But instead he grew misty

and tried to escape

I pulled out my E cig

and started to vape

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I blew him back into the box

and I wrapped it in plastic

Poured some whiskey on rocks

made me feel fantastic

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But it only served to make him more angry

he levitated the box to the ceiling

He threw himself downward, directed at me

the collision sent my head, quickly reeling

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I held up the box

and looked in his eyes

It had all been paradox

I needed a better devise

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When I smiled, he shuddered

he knew that I'd had enough

Under my breath I muttered

you're gonna pay for that guff

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He shook and he shimmied

to break away from my grasp

This lock can't be jimmied

I'd buckled it with a clasp

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I held him up to my face

and I gave him a wink

I grabbed some things from my place

and with no time to think

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I ran to the corner of Everest and vine

where the mute fortune teller kept a shop

She indicated that everything would be fine

keep him locked in the box, till the swap

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The swap is the kicker, cause here we are

me selling this ghost

Like some jam, in a jar

that you could calm down, with some tasty toast

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I hide the box as the people pass by

now, don't I feel like a chump

I softly let out a sigh, with a tear in my eye

as he looks at me with the eyes of a pup

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I'll never forget it

but I opened the box

and I'll probably regret it

and out he pops

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Swirling around, high above my head

with this, I ate the cat, smile on his face

I guess I've decided to keep him instead

My space will always be his place