Number 186
In an inconspicuous building numbered 186,
there harbors a story,
one with a few sinister tricks.
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For atop this abode,
locked away in his tower,
there resides a barber
going mad by the hour.
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Fear him you should not,
for he truly is the kindest man,
just one wielding a razor
and a quite gruesome plan.
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One level down,
in the land of the living,
there resides a stout woman
and a boy with a misgiving.
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The woman sells pies
of very unique flavors.
But trust her not,
for she doesn't do favors.
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Yet for her dear Mr. Barker,
always just above,
she scrubs the blood from his shirts
and her soul clean of love.
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The boy is not theirs,
still, he earns his keep,
performing tedious duties
without ever making a peep.
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Though he is dedicated,
there is one thing he doesn't know.
One wrong move,
and into the oven he will go.
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What of this oven, you ask?
Down, down we must embark,
to the source of the awful stench
that lingers in the dark.
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For here is where the meat is kept,
alive not so long ago.
This is what you've been eating.
Or didn't you know?