Thrillers

Little Red Riding

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A cute senorita
Followed by a cheetah
Let me count the ways
For issuing tickets pays
A bonus to us cops
And plus, a feel I may cop
To unsuspecting lambs
You know, it’s all a scam
Just doin’ my job, ‘mam
As if I give a damn
Lets hope there’s no camera phone
To catch misbehaving, as we’re prone
But first let me take a bite
For no one can see your plight

Old Mrs. Creet

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Once there was an old lady
Who looked like my grandma maybe

Every night
She’d take a bite

Of children’s toes
And a nose

If it’s past your bedtime
And you hear a chime

It’s old Mrs. Creet
Looking for something to eat

Don’t let her catch you
Awake or she’ll chew

Your toes and maybe your nose
So hurry and doze

Off to deep sleep
And as you count sheep

Out will creep
Old Mrs. Creet

Little Piggy

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This little piggy went to market
Damn, this girl has spirit
 
This little piggy stayed home
Found her as I did my roam
 
This little piggy had roast beef
Told her the pain would be brief
 
This little piggy had none
Ravishing her was fun
 
This little piggy went
Still smell her blood’s scent
 
Wee, wee, wee
On to my next killing spree
 
All the way home
Smiling at her mouth’s foam

Two Books

crowdfundingIt’s been quiet for the past few days because I finally started writing my children’s book and started an Indiegogo (crowdfunding) campaign to assist with the publishing of it and another book in the works (in addition to hunting for illustrators for the two books).  So feel free to check it out!

In other news, D and I have our next doctor’s appointment on Tuesday and, hopefully, we’ll be able to find out the sex of the baby via an ultrasound.  As long as he or she is healthy, I don’t care about the sex.  It would just make planning (code: shopping) for him or her easier.  In the meantime, I’ve been adding gender-neutral things (i.e, stroller, car seat, play pen, and other gear) to the registry.  My sister’s throwing a baby shower for me in the next couple months so I wanted to make sure that the registry had at least a few basic/must-have items.

Mom (in-law) is coming in for a visit tomorrow and that means lots of cleaning today as well as making sure the fridge is fully stocked.  The place still looks like a warehouse (even though it’s been a full month since we’ve moved in) so my first order of business today is to finish clearing up all the boxes.  So much to do, so little time…

The Ripper

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I made my debut
When very few knew
 
My taste for lust
And a hooker’s bust
 
It was 1888
Money was easy bait
 
East End of London
England’s dungeon
 
First was Mary Ann Nichols
The thought of her still tickles
 
Plucked out her teeth
Right under the night’s wreath
 
Tore out her tongue
To the pleasure I clung
 
Second was Annie Chapman
To her, I was a captain
 
Cut her throat
Like a slaughtered goat
 
Ripped out her intestines
To do this I was destined
 
Third was Elizabeth Stride
She was a special prize
 
This one I did not feed
Plump one she was indeed
 
I did her body what I did the others
But hers reminded me of my mother’s
 
Fourth was Catherine Eddowes
To her I gave several blows
 
Temper, temper, Miss
Cutting her was a bliss
 
Then was Mary Jane Kelly
How I opened her belly
 
As fair and sweet as she was
Slashing her gave me a buzz
 
You see, my day job
Saw women as snobs
 
But at night
Some let me bite
 
And to them I gave my thanks
Down by the river banks
 
As a physician
I was on a mission
 
To show them
They’re to be condemned
 
Never have I been so chipper
To be called Jack the Ripper

The Door

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Six days and four hours
It is I whom he devours
 
Drunk one night
Under the club’s lights
 
I accepted a ride home
Too intoxicated to roam
 
First came the sweet talk
So I wouldn’t baulk
 
Then came the hand holding
Vicious plan unfolding
 
A lock of the car doors
Inside the voices roar
 
A knock on the head
Felt as if I were dead
 
When I came to
Dread was all I knew
 
“Surprise,” he said
“My name is Fred”
 
I cried and pleaded
At home I was needed
 
“Too late for that
You be good, you little brat”
 
Dark, damp, and cold
A loose door is outlined in gold
 
Screams go unheard
My vision has been blurred
 
Covered in urine and blood
And shackled in this mud
 
Hope is not lost on me
Should I ever set myself free
 
Up from this slippery floor
And out of that locked door

Lights

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It’s half past nine
Time for you to shine
 
I sit here waiting
For you anticipating
 
There you are
So close yet so far
 
Every night
My eyes burn bright
 
Always yearning for
A knock on your door
 
The touch of your skin
For me a wide grin
 
A pull of your hair
Not just an affair
 
Taking your body
Like there’s nobody
 
Feeling your breath
A thousand sweet deaths
 
Perhaps one day
I’ll come out and play
 
And take a few bites
Under your lights