Category: Horror Poems and Essays

There’s vacancies at the Bates Motel He’s waiting there for you With a beedy eye on her nice new dress Her end is coming soon. The lady thinks that Normans a gent And all he says is true He takes her case to its final place Then leads her to her doom. Norman Bates was…

Hitchcock’s to blame I can’t find a wife Each time i see birds i run for my life I won’t take a shower It’s always a bath Each girl that i meet thinks I’m having a laugh. I’ve have seven locks on my bathroom door I won’t go to lonely motels anymore The friends in…