Slice me and dice me but please dont add salt!
Murdering is an art!
It takes caution, skill, and smarts.
It also takes a weapon.
In the case of murdering, you can say...
that technically a human murders every day,
may not be of it's own kind, but...
we kill other living things every single day.
Do we see them?
No, maybe, possibly, I don't know. Do you?
Jack the Ripper!
I murder prostitutes,
women who defile their bodies by
showing off their breasts and bellies...
and innards...to lost men.
I don't know why I kill this specific kind of pray...
but I do...And I know its fun teasing the media.
Maybe I should start murdering the men too...
Sneak into the room while their...going about their business...
...Never mind...That's a nasty thought...
Murderers care about that kind of thing too, you know?
They do not cry.
They don't have time to cry.
They do not scream.
They do not have time to scream.
I slice their throat first,
which means I win from the start.
Then...Save for my third,
I drag their innards around their bodies
like...fuzzy neck boas.
I take no souvenirs...It would cause a havoc...
A havoc I prefer not to have...
© 2012 Melody
Little Bow Peep
Told everyone she had lost her
And didnt know where to
She had slaughtered them
All of them for
And sold the wool to china,
Told no one of the secret
She so secretly did keep,
To why the sheep had gone missing
Killing any and all from finding.
She was a
And had a fetish obsession of the sheep,
She was meant to looking after.
Peep Merrily nailed each and
Everyone of them,
More like half a dozen times,
Sometimes cuddled up with
Her dick still inside them.
So when eating
With chips, if tasting a little salty,
Then Little Bow Peep
Had slept with that sheep
And ejaculated inside them.