Clad in a tuxedo he whizzed by me
Then dressed in a black and white zoot suit
He wanted to tap my shoulder
But instead he sang into my ear

I opened the door
He snuck out behind me
Playing hide and go seek with my fears
He stealthily kept score

I walked down the hall
And he skipped behind me
I smelled sulfur or was that pistachio?
I hurried but he tugged at my brain

In the elevator he stood smiling
A menacing grin that kept evil at bay
A Guardian angel?
An exclusive torturer?

I am scared.

I cannot run

I cannot hide

I must face that grin

I must face that hand

I must face the fear

He will slay me

He will play me

He will not own me