He pulled his loving victim from the jeep
then proceeded to drag her to the shack
she had made him mad, calling him creep
so this was to him, his answer to her back

He kicked open the door
then he threw her to the floor
he was gonna do some cutting
while she still was alive

He went to his rusty knife cupboard
not one like old mother Hubbards
opening it he cried pitifully, what am I to do
then sobbed for he had the slaughter house blues

He picked her off the floor
he did not want to **** any more
waking her with smelling salts, he knew what he had to do
he asked for her hand in marriage, to cure his slaughter house blues


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


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