Drip, drip, drip
Hanging from the hook
Soon to be dead meat
Sometimes they plead
Other times they scream
Always, they frustrate me!
What makes one think I’m going to let them live?!
Why do they believe, I’d take them into my shop
Torture them, go through all this trouble
Just to say okay…I’ll let you live today?
People call those like me insane
In truth though, the victims
They aren’t right in the head!
Begging, pleading for life
It is no use as I carve them up
…With my knife…
Sometimes I use an axe
Other times a chainsaw
One time I used a bone from a dead victim
I had turned into a knife over time
One things for sure
I always delight in hearing the screams
Regardless of the tools I use for surgery!
Once I had a woman, pleading her case
She begged me and said she’d do anything for escape
That’s cute, so I pulled her off the hook
Dropped her to her knees
I asked again, anything?
She shook her head yes, I laughed
Turned around, grabbed an axe
Then spun back around…
Gone was her head…that was that.
Today, I have a man hanging from a hook
Says he has a wife, a family!
That’s good to know I say
I will be sure find them soon
Reunite everyone, like a happy family
He cried as I started the chainsaw up
He asked why?!
I placed the chainsaw between his legs
Staring at the man hanging upside down
I laughed and told him…
*Chainsaw cuts into flesh*