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the well
It may seem like a strange activity for a crazed serial killer, but
in my more quiet and reflexive moments, I like to write poetry. Here are
some of my poems:
PRECIOUS
Precious.
You are so precious to me.
You yip.
When I’m sad.
You yip.
When I’m mad.
You yip.
When I’m murdering.
You yip.
When I’m hur(er)ting.
You yip.
Just about all the time come to think of it.
But I love you anyway.
You’re my dog.
Someday you’ll die.
And I will cry.
And then I’ll stuff you and put you out on the front porch to greet
friends and neighbors with a “HI!”
Precious.
You are so precious to me.
KILLING GIRLS
I like puppies and cats
And things that smell nice.
I love fur covered coats
And tea all a-spice.
I love root beer and gum
And drawing nice swirls.
But mostly I love
Killing girls.
Killing you girls
Is really fun.
You scream and cry
Your blood does run.
And when it’s over
And I’m sort of blue.
I’ll always have
A part of you.
SKIN SUIT
(this is a “sexy” song I wrote)
Your love pumps me up
You’re so sexy you’re rocking me all night!
Like a tiger, like a pony
Like a big chemical fire!
I want to take you
Make you
Break you hard
I want to come to you in the night
So dark
Don’t be a-fright
Don’t take a-flight
I will fly to you
Like a bird on fire
I’ll show you my skin suit
And we’ll dance with our desire.
Skin suit.
It feels so nice.
Skin suit.
You don’t have to ask twice.
Skin suit.
From a girl who’s been bad.
Skin suit.
Aren’t you so very glad?
(I wore my)
Skin suit.
Like a worm changing form.
Skin suit.
Can I rock you ‘til morn?
Your love is like a second skin
There’s nothing I’d like to see you in
(more than my)
Skin suit.
I also like to write Haiku! (That’s short Oriental poems!)
I can’t lift my couch
Hey, can you help me out here?
Man, you’re really dumb
Doggies are funny
Like to chew on everything
Prec, that’s not a bone!
Red fingernail marks
On the high wall of my well
Need some 409
Don’t go in the jon
That dead lady in the tub
Is starting to stink
So that’s all I have so far. Tell
me what you think!
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