crunch Goes Their Skull

Andrew Smailes

04 Apr, 2014 03:40 PM
(to the sound of pop goes the weasel)

Chase them round the town at night.
Their presence seems revolting.
Break their ankles with a hammer.
Then cave their skulls in.
Drag the body back down the road.
Avoiding other people.

If someone happens to see you though.
Then pop goes that weasel.
You may ask, what's the point?
Well I haven't damn clue.

The victims just seem out of place.
too many of them to count through.
You may think this a nonsense task.
Why are they revolting?
that doesn't matter, you've come this far.
There's no point in folding.
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