A Killer the Piller In Thriller
I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...
Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...
But it's some salute to bloodshed
And helping of free tears,eyes red;
Scared kids resolved on earlier sleep
But on their bed for a wake keep.
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