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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The essence was in the V But I liked gambling with the E So I tore open my can of milk And gulped down litres of filth It was a Monday morning you all And they had just brought in another sub victim, too frail Eyes and mouth glued shut A serial killer was on the run And here I was with a can of milk Drinking to nothing else but fun Tuesday was a mass of heavy fog My wife woke up a disgraced lady of the rogue Threw triple shades of red upon my case Called me weak and fled the house I had to do the cleaning, the cooking Turned up the volume but what was playing, Putin? Raced to work barefoot But all the workspaces had turned to soot I slumped down into my invisible chair Face in hand, head between the legs I was devastated Just like old pregnant Diva had stated There was a serial killer on the run And here I was wanting nothing else but rum Wednesday I woke up in a shallow grave Besides me lay a lady her face a mask of a forbidden wave Like usual eyes and mouth glued shut, brave I sighed once, twice and called the ambulance Thoroughly surprised at my lack of vengeance They brought me in for questioning I couldn't answer a thing, insanity was fast fastening They declared me a suspect, locked me up in a cell And i thought of laying back on a hot seat with popcorn Like WWE I craved hell in a cell But I couldn't my life was on standstill There was a serial killer on the run And all I wanted was to become a nun Thursday was the real deal Bashed by inmates and led a jailbreak reel I had to declare the war and end it This was supposed to be the final strand, bend it So I stalled out into the darkness and drew out my sword And came face to face with myself ,no word The rush of realisation went through me but I let the depth of death say it I was the serial killer on the run And I was already fresh meat on the pan
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