The story about the man
Who was so lonely
And craved human touch
That he skinned people alive
And turned them into furniture
Isn't as morbid as you thought it was
Because we humans smoke away the pain
And drink away the misery
Yet that's just as crazy as the man with a human lamp shade
Because we would rather hide in our own guilt
Than share a cup of coffee with a friend
And call the lonely serial killer a "freak"
While watching the morning news
All by yourself
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
The story about the man
Who was so lonely
And craved human touch
That he skinned people alive
And turned them into furniture
Isn't as morbid as you thought it was
Because we humans smoke away the pain
And drink away the misery
Yet that's just as crazy as the man with a human lamp shade
Because we would rather hide in our own guilt
Than share a cup of coffee with a friend
And call the lonely serial killer a "freak"
While watching the morning news
All by yourself
