ditch the glamor!
turn open the padlock!
let go of perversity,
let it fade into
a parallel universe;
then stand ready to face
the hungry scarecrow when he comes calling
with his desticated *hello sugarpie*;
jagged teeth showing in a hungry smile:
show yourself from behind the veil and laugh when he scuttles off
a madman falling apart in half-step uptime,
scattered straw streaming in his wake,
i say, let go!
throw open those doors!
step over the picked lock into the mystery
awaiting your embrace behind them