If you ask me for a big ol' lump sum. Life insurance will be dumping the funds. Should you ask me to reverse the accident. You'd best zombie-proof the kitchen cabinets.

I’m worn in photos, shared with ease, a silent sign meant just to please.

The maze beneath forgotten town, Where dead may walk without a sound, A single sprawl of spooky lair, Or perhaps a tool for feline’s hair-?? ...Oh come on, who made a joke of the riddle? That fourth line was terrible!

Thunder does it Your hands do it Haters deserve it Antibiotics cure it You'll do it when you solve it

I'm a glowing rectangular pocket-dwelling beast, That feeds on your thumbs for a daily feast. You stare at my face till your eyeballs blur, Then panic and scream when I start to purr!