Revenge Is Beautiful

I'd been living for years with dysfunctional peeps It was when, and not if, I would murder the creeps They completely deserved it, you'd better believe And their deaths were not hardly an item to grieve. I decided to kill them in different ways And I proved to myself, see, that crime really pays I was never found out, as the years rolled on by It was luck, and rehearsing a heartbreaking cry. I took special delight in the irony there That so many were fooled by emotions laid bare It became habit-forming, and made me so proud Turning cretins to corpses, then mourning out loud. The dumb cops were so clueless that I felt their shame They admitted they hadn't a culprit to blame. But this isn't a novel in which a gumshoe Puts the pieces together in fingering you. So I'll bid you Adieu, Adios, and all that And return to my Soaps as I slowly grow fat On the funds which I pilfered by changing their wills (Yes, I sleep well at night, I just take a few pills.)