Honey Pie Crimes

Oh baby when the milk spills on the floor Pours out its contents without warning The carton bounce makes mommy scream Daddy thinks it’s funny but daddy is wrong Baby must die in his sleep tonight just because Isn’t it a lovely day today with the birds chirping Sun beaming on the perfectly calm afternoon Mommies eyes fill up with real tears of diamonds They become saucer size when worlds collide And in her lily white mind thoughts turn south As she screams and the guns come out Daddy knows how to fix everything with a smile Milk is serious business you know Order must be kept in the perfect home Mommy looks funny with her head spinning around And what is that green stuff spewing from her mouth She says, “Go to sleep my little one” Sometimes mommies get tired too No one will hurt the baby or leave evidence around That would be stupid and dumb Not a drop of blood or milk will be found We keep a perfect house nice and clean Isn’t that right my little honey pie thing?