(hypathetical people kk? *^_^*)
Perfect Murder?
'Thinkin
blinkin’
sometimes winkin’
Oh my G*d!
What is that stinkin?'
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Down in the cellar
did they find,
Year old blood spatter,
matter from minds?
Tids and strips
flesh rotted bits?
Scattered hair
tossed everywhere?
~
I say they did
A couldn’t miss
Yes certainly I
alone did this
All those fools
under My nails
Such wasted lives
they did entail
~
But, who? Yes, who?
Better than I
To commit
the perfect crime?
No one ever!
My secrete advice
To make all weapons
Yes, out of ice!
~
That d*mn girl scout
couldn’t get right
A friggin’ order for
cookies that night
And the mail I get,
'WELL,IT'S NOT MINE!'
But, that has changed,
I rid his kind!
~
2007-08-09
14:23:20
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Yes, the bully
down the street
I plum knocked him
off his feet!
Then hauled them all
down out of sight
To finish off
In sheer delight
~
A chunk of ice,
bashed In their heads
Surprising though,
not all were dead
The biggest “cicle”
ever seen,
was used to stab
and come out clean!
~
DNA left
all around
but, as for me,
not to be found
The cops, they came
and went again
Just can't track down
This crafty man
~
No finger prints
were there to lift
No murder weapon
accurate
For it had all
melted away
That’s why I’m
running free today....
2007-08-09
14:23:54 ·
update #1