Social Contract

I like what's recognizably
kinda like wow way spooky.

By the pricking of my thumbs
some quaint dickhead this way comes.

Day absorbs and night finesses
various sundry spookinesses.

Oh I'd hurl this twerp gently
into the grand black sky.

Yet certain spooky elements
perforce remain off-limits.

It's no good acting mean
just to vent your spleen.

So it's six of one and half a dozen
of another clean-cut citizen.