Eric's Massacre

Eric Coleman What a moronic fag Someday I’ll do something so cruel to him Everybody will gag I have a few ideas I’ll tie him up to my bedpost And Keep him there for a  month Feeding him molded eggs and toast After he’s weak from very little food I’ll give him a huge meal He’ll gobble that down thinking he got lucky Then I’ll show him the rest of the deal With a wicked smile, I’ll bring in the blender I’ll then cut off his fingertips and toes Cut out his teeth and eye balls Then I’ll chop off his nose I’ll put them all together in a blender Mix them up and make him drink it Then I’ll take away the blender And bring back my dog’s shit After he chokes down the bodily malt I’ll shove the poopoo down his throat Then I’ll start the second part of the procedure By bringing in a dead goat I’ll lie the goat down beside my bed Then I’ll get out an envelope opener And start carving a big gash in your head I’ll make my way all the way down to his legs And I’ll dig in deeper and tear out his fibulas While he cries out in pain, pleads, and begs I’ll then get a razor blade And shave a thin layer of his skin off To where he has barely any skin And if even hurts to cough Then I’ll chop up his fibulas And I’ll add a little grass I’ll untie him and take him to the basement And shove the mix up his ass Then I’ll throw in the dead goat And lock the door up tight Then I’ll call my friends And just remember that he’ll never again see the light Written December 29th, 2001 © on Dec 29 2001 08:58 AM PST    18 • 0 • 14