"And Bloody Mary you are scary / But your brood of bogeys terrifies"

Bogeys Who is she they dared and called her name three times When we were children waiting to become Like the darkness haunting our nursery rhymes They dared and called who appealed to and appalled Generations of wakeful sleepovers in the bathroom With a little sliver of a shiver of doom? She was under the bed in bed with the bogeyman Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can Though I did not call her and she did not come By the bogeyman she would give birth to some Names in lights who serve the dark through politics The ones who specialize in wakeful sleepover tricks But bogeys only exist as we let them As we remember to forget them Bloody Mary She of the extraordinary Darkness at the dawning of our curiosity Who is not but some would like to be The dark lady of our darkening times They dared and called who appealed to and appalled But I never dared and I never called Remembering other voices who Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can Remembered her in their own way too And call it poetic license if you will But she who comes when called is here and waiting still Under the bed in bed with the bogeyman As fear in bed with hate becomes the new reality All night and day in an angry USA on TV Bloody Mary If repeating a lie three times will not make it true Her brood of bogeys with their names in lights The only light they ever knew and ever see Bet their billions that thousands of times will do The trick to make us sick the way they are And going too far is not too far For those who turn our summer days to winter nights Lying and trying to control the souls of me and you With their frights and fights against all we hold dear As the bogeymen conquer our country through fear And Bloody Mary you are scary But your brood of bogeys terrifies Living their lies by which our hope of civil discourse dies Waiting to catch the unwary as catch can But bogeys only exist as we let them As we remember to forget them +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX