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

I open the door

drop my heart

in the open bag.

This one is a thief masquerading as an artist.

The last one was a liar garbed in  superhero cape.

The next one will be a philanderer in black Stetson hat.

So many tricksters ring my doorbell.

And all I can think is

“Where the hell is my treat.”

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