Poem 41: This Devious Bully, This Devious Lunatic

This Devious Bully, This Devious Lunatic. 

 

Now let me tell you, about this devious bully, 

She messed with her targets, and made them sad fully, 

She slapped them, and trapped them, 

Inside an abandoned building, kidnapped them, 

Snapped at them, did all the worse things she could, 

If you would ever speak to her like s**t, 

Most definitely, she would hit you some more, 

Throw you off a cliff, she was an a*s, the ones she hated the most, 

She would drown them in gas, and strike a match, let them all, 

Scratch at themselves, before they die In the pool, 

...Of smelly, disgusting car fuel, 

She would keep the victim still, ready for her next kill, 

She would put the match on the head, 

And she would never be caught, the police, she would have fought, 

She ran away all day, from January to May, 

Then was put in a prison, put on death row, and her last words, 

Were, "I don't really care, didn't you all know?" 

And that, was the end, of the show...