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Lil Sally

Voices in my head are babbling everything vicious. I can't take it anymore, Life has been a tyrant to us for so many years. Time to let loose and not let the super reign over us with his fears. Yay, daddy! I wanna go to the park! I've never been there before! Not a problem, my dear, we shall go to the park... Huffing and puffing, Lil Sally hears her very first victim. Who be the unlucky fella, we're gonna call him Tim. Sadly, he ain't got a clue what's coming at him. I plunged Lil Sally right through the side of his sternum. Daddy, daddy! Hearing his screams makes my atoms jump like rabbits! Looking at the gushing blood makes my mind go rabid! Feeling his blood splatter makes my heartbeat rapid! Smelling the fragrance of his blood makes me wanna taste it! Tasting his adolescent blood makes my stomach lust for more of it! My sweet little boy, don't resist your beautiful death, embrace it! Your mummy and daddy would've loved to see how magnificent it is! One stab, two stabs, three stabs, blast it, I'm just gonna slice and dice you in half! Look at my fine cutting, just like my daddy, a transcending psychopath! Oh sharp little baby, won’t you take a breather for a minute? No, daddy, I want to savor every delicious droplet! Alright baby, enough talking, how bout I grab you that bloodthirsty shiny goblet? Notes This verse (adapted from one of my WIP rap) is made as an outlet for me to vent my frustration so I'm sorry if it in anyway disgusts, offends or even scares you. But if you're interested, the poem is about a personified machete named Lil Sally and the wielder, or "Daddy", who is a psychopath that could no longer deal with life's problems and also considers Lil Sally to be his life companion, and their experience with their first cold-blooded murder of a young boy.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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