A Fun Game of Truth Or Dare
Four of us sat in a nice big round circle,
Ready to play truth or dare.
Whether to perform a lurid act,
Or, our secrets, to publicly share.
Steve chose a dare, the bravest of all,
To walk down the main street at night.
We'd dress him in drag, bright lipstick too,
He'd strut alone, in full public sight.
We dropped him at one end, then went to the other,
And laughed and giggled at our fun.
We sat in our car, a little concerned,
After an hour he still hadn't come.
So we walked along, to find and surprise him,
To return his clothes in a bag.
We froze when we saw his stabbed lifeless body,
The bloody note on chest reading "***".
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