fools Demise Poem by Frankie Von

fool fool,
desperate and cruel,
long have you slept,
Madly she wept,
Till the feeling came over you..

fool, fool,
what shall we do,
skin er an eat her or treat her and beat her,
oh what shall my little friend do.....,

fool, fool,
make it come true,
time to take action thus gain satisfaction,
arise and make ith thy move,

fool, fool,
silent and smooth,
bone saw, September, dismember then render,
my darling we must make a stew! ,

stew, stew
carefully brewed,
organs and blood at last come the suds,
revealing thy stew is thru,

stew, stew
whats left to do..,
madness and sorrow i wont see tomorrow,
i know what it is i must do...

stew, stew
kicked off with his shoes,
the table went crashing his neck took a thrashing,
and at last his dream had come true...