the crime of mystery
was your deceit
you took the errors
and made them your street

you spelled your last name with too many exes
you broke the saddle you weren't mending hexes

you loved the dark it hid your crimes
you called yourself
the lone stranger
and then you were gone
 you had enough and it really showed

down down down the bloody ramble
sweet mystery its always a gamble
the hulks were ships where the prisoners died
you left your heart on a wayward imbalance

creature features
monsters roam
creature features
in your tome


creature features
don't be afraid
Bob Wilkins is here
and the cameraman's played

Turn off the tv shut out the night
the monster is here
making coffee
in the kitchen