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Ed Gein
"Ed Gein"
Four human noses, whole human bones, and nine masks of human skin/
Bowls made from human skulls, a pair of lips as a window shade draw string
Human skin covering several chair seats, as well as nine vulvae in a box/
A belt made from female nipples, ten female heads with the tops sawn off
Mary Hogan's head in a paper bag, Bernice Worden's head in a burlap sack/
A lampshade made from human skin, skulls lying on the bed in which I nap
Confessing to forty nocturnal visits, to the graveyard in a 'daze-like' state/
Looking for bodies that resembled my mother, so I could take 'em home & play
I would tan their skins to make my paraphernalia, and decorate mother's home/
Living with my mother until '45, following her demise from a series of strokes
Devastated by her death, as I had lost my only friend and my one true love/
Boarding up the rooms used by my mother, leaving all three of them untouched
Now living in a small room next to the kitchen, absolutely alone in this world/
Deciding I wanted a sex change, I began making a 'woman-suit' to become a girl
Facing one count of first degree, found mentally unstable the trial was impossible/
But being I was found legally insane, I spent the rest of my life in a mental hospital.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights Reserved)
Four human noses, whole human bones, and nine masks of human skin/
Bowls made from human skulls, a pair of lips as a window shade draw string
Human skin covering several chair seats, as well as nine vulvae in a box/
A belt made from female nipples, ten female heads with the tops sawn off
Mary Hogan's head in a paper bag, Bernice Worden's head in a burlap sack/
A lampshade made from human skin, skulls lying on the bed in which I nap
Confessing to forty nocturnal visits, to the graveyard in a 'daze-like' state/
Looking for bodies that resembled my mother, so I could take 'em home & play
I would tan their skins to make my paraphernalia, and decorate mother's home/
Living with my mother until '45, following her demise from a series of strokes
Devastated by her death, as I had lost my only friend and my one true love/
Boarding up the rooms used by my mother, leaving all three of them untouched
Now living in a small room next to the kitchen, absolutely alone in this world/
Deciding I wanted a sex change, I began making a 'woman-suit' to become a girl
Facing one count of first degree, found mentally unstable the trial was impossible/
But being I was found legally insane, I spent the rest of my life in a mental hospital.
Copyright 2012 The Elusive Mr Dunne (All rights Reserved)
Published 14th Jan 2022
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- Edited 6th Dec 2022 00:45am
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