Whacko The Did
he pulled a knife
then he hid.
As the blood pumped
from her crib
he sang shimmy me pig.
He did high kicks
and Goosesteps
and an elaborate jig.
He spun around in circles
and sniffed at the blade
as the blood dripped.
As her life ebbed and was gone
he pleasured himself some more
with her red treacle
splashed all over on his bone.
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