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Serious crimes...
I love crime novels.
One lady used poison
(What a surprise)
No mess, no fuss,
Cleaning the out the puss
Out of this hovel,
And to ther the prize.
He used the scalpel.
Slow death, terribly cruel.
A monster, a brute but
Seething anger knows no bound
So mad liberation could be found.
Then the insane butchers,
Since birth cursed,
Their evil pleasures here
Not to be described,
Their deeds the very worst.
Lots of ways and means
A corpse to demean
But Justice (in fiction)
Will be done,
The guilty in the end found
And to prison gone.
One lady used poison
(What a surprise)
No mess, no fuss,
Cleaning the out the puss
Out of this hovel,
And to ther the prize.
He used the scalpel.
Slow death, terribly cruel.
A monster, a brute but
Seething anger knows no bound
So mad liberation could be found.
Then the insane butchers,
Since birth cursed,
Their evil pleasures here
Not to be described,
Their deeds the very worst.
Lots of ways and means
A corpse to demean
But Justice (in fiction)
Will be done,
The guilty in the end found
And to prison gone.
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