All Tricks, No Treat (Bargain Basement Haiku) Postcard Poetry 2015

I open the door and gingerly drop my heart

into the open bag.

This one is a thief masquerading as an artist.

The last one was a liar garbed in a superhero cape.

The next one will probably be a philanderer

in a black Stetson hat.

So many tricksters ring my doorbell

and all I can think of is

where the hell is my treat.

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