I've been caught for

Foul ******.

For a felony of shame.

A tortured soul was buried within,

The lake down the street.

Maybe thirty blocks away.

I've been caught for

Foul ******.



I've commited arsen,

vandilism...

And just about every crime ever even thought of.

I sit in this cell,

With this officer's gun.

Thinking and thinking of murdering this guy..

Snoring as loud as Hades..



I have been caught for witchcraft,

for making potions and poisons.

I am a witch,

a wretch.

You can call me anything.

But I walk these mean streets,

these nameless streets.

Call me anything you want.

But don't be surprised if there isn't a tear shed,

Just a bullet in your head.

Or maybe,

depending on how much I hate you..

Ripping out your spine  and whipping you with it until it falls from the cartilage.

Or draining your blood and ripping apart your bones and muscles,

Then freezing your organs in a meat freezer,

And hanging your vacant body from ceiling of your attic!



Oh!

The excitement this gives me.

Just talking about it!



The blood shall be spread...

From this emotionless body of mine.

For I,

I've been caught,

I've been caught for foul ******!

FOUL ******!

And now I sit in this cell,

with this machete and pistol..

Ready to ****** this man in the most violent of ways...

I will drown him first.

Shoot him five times..

Rip his spine..

Whip him until there's no skin left to be whipped.

And tie his converse shoe string to his head and to his ankles and hang him up on the ceiling and stretch his motionless body..



Oh yes!

I guess I've got my dream!

For I,

I've been caught for foul ******..