KILLERS
THE MAMING OF THE SHREW
Darling dear, your imprecations cut me to the quick
Your mewling, whiny, ululations rattle in my head
Silently you soon shall rest upon a gambrel stick
And vex me not, with your sharp tongue, which once filled me with dread
Then I shall cleave you to exscind your cold virago's heart
Cook it in a frying pan and feed it to the dog
The very "cur" you used to kick, which gave him quite a start
In fact, I feel he senses this as he sits there agog
Your viper's tongue I will excide and toss it in a jar
Filled with acid to dissolve in that which it oft sprayed
Your carcass I shall dump off at the pits abrim with tar
But I shall keep your scowling head to see your face decayed
MANQUELLER MANQUE
I could've been a ladykiller, just like Springheel Jack
Decollating prostitutes, prostrate on their backs
Viscerate them cleverly, split up to their necks
Displace all their vital bits and desecrate their sex

Or, perhaps, a Bluebeard bridegroom, handsome, suave, and fell
Loving husband, till the wifey breeched my private Hell
Monsieur Verdoux killed his spouses, only for the cash
I would do it for the bloodlust, then char them to ash

Don't think me a woman-hater, I'd kill menfolk too
Just give me a sniper gun, and
I'd know what to do
Ensconced up in a bell tower, in the hub of town
The cops would have to take me out, before they took me down

Maybe I'd just go legit, tho' still indulge my spree
Killing killers on Death Row, whilst other people see
When I'm done, I'd get a check and Uncle Sam's glad hand
Only in America could slaying be so grand!
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