Hobogoblings Trouble Me

Hoboglobings trouble me

Their smoldering eyes seem to smother me

They follow where I walk with silent steps

The fear grabs at my heavily breathing chest

Hoboglobings trouble me

I try and hide when I see one around

But the more I hide the more they pop up all over town

My fast and sure feet can't save me from their teeth

My soft smooth skin they long to eat

Hoboglobings trouble me

They like to eat me, warm and bubbly

The End

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