Stream

Forget sticks and stones
They won’t break your bones
Be under no allusion, I certainly will

You can shout, you can bleat
You can cry and stomp your feet
Be very careful, it’s you I want to kill

You can run, you can hide
I will find where you abide
And torture you for the thrill

You can moan, you can scream
Your demise on internet stream
A million hits, they’re watching still

Violence doesn’t solve everything, they say
It does if you hit them hard enough, as prey
Snuffing you was fun, like meat on a grill