“Hateful Little Things of Horror”
September 2005

Knocking on your door for you
They come when least expected
Here they sing their little song:
breaking, taking, blind unmaking, hateful jealousy.

Hiding ‘neath the furniture
Taking things that don’t belong
Don’t believe your eyes when you:
check your home for everything you think is out of place.

I envisioned this song as one of those camp songs that just goes on forever, with people adding their own verses and stuff, but I got tired of coming up with verses after the first two. Somewhere, I have the original poem that has pieces of a couple other verses that I was constructing, but then I got bored and dropped it.