Blood Lust
I'm tired, uninspired, nothing's fun anymore,
sick of working so much and still being poor.
Christmas is coming and all I feel is dread.
No sugarplum fairies dancing in this head.
Into my haven pure evil has snuck:
someone came and killed my sweet pet ducks.
I hope you choke on their bones, you SOB,
my heart is filled with hatred, your evil's infested me.
My pacifist husband has even bought a gun!
He really wants to kill you, so you see how evil's won?
And now, and now, when I look at the lake,
all I can feel is... a wrenching heartbreak.
The fish that we feed have become so tame,
they are fooled by your lures; it's hardly fair game.
And WE are at fault for gaining their trust,
God, we hate you "fishermen" with your sickening blood lust.
Anger and revenge have usurped our peace,
and
I am
just waiting for
this crappy life to cease.
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