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Cory Williams Mar 2018
Three stories tall, and a city block wide
I created this castle with no place to hide
"The World's Fair Hotel", you might know it well
Located in Englewood, my own private Hell.

I hired and fired through its construction
To fully ensure only I knew its power of destruction.

Once it was built, I hired employees
Female and blonde, my favorites of playthings
Under conditions of insurance policies
Of which I would pay (but I was also the beneficiary)

Soundproof suites so sweet to my ears
With gas lines to asphyxiate you - Drowning in fears
Or my secret hanging chamber
And lime pits to change you from human to stranger

I took pride in stripping you to bone and sold you to medical schools, made professors seem fools, all of you dead and alive at my disposal

All in all, 200 was the proposal, I confessed to 27 and later to 2...my dying wish is that I could have done it to you.
Cory Williams Mar 2018
O, to be in algae lined pond
Where grass is lush-
And o'er the puddles, I row betwixt
The worlds of lungs and gills.

No worry if my vessel were to spring a leak;
She floats uneasy like a lily pad that's had
Too much to drink;
And soon shall I too.

My sweetest lady loch, she is no monster-
She is kind to me with chilled embrace
As I wade below her feet.

If only my dreams could project
Her sweetest majesties divined;
She is good to the last drop-
Dining with perch, I smile
And wave good night.

— The End —