Pinocchio on Mischief Night
With a bag full of trouble

My mischief-making night is the highlight of Halloween. The neighbors lock their doors and turn out the lights when they see me coming with a shopping bag full of trouble.
I’m the only kid on the block with the courage to knock and ask for a trick-or-treat without a spooky costume.
Because my trick is my freedom — no strings attached. I like my candy, tooth-decaying, my cookies loaded with THC, and my Wild Turkey, one-hundred-proof, and straight from the bottle,
because my name is Pinocchio and I’m from Pleasure Island with a bunch of orphan pals who’ll soap up your cars, gum up your doorbells, and cover your trees with toilet paper.
So hide your pickles with ice cream, because this big-eared, braying donkey is about to come to your house, and it won’t be a pretty puppet, carved out of wood.
© 2021 Mark Tulin
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