doors and hinges
search for tresspassers
in empty little rooms

Dust jumps and settles
on whatever the hell it wants
And at night you can't see it anyway

This old room gives me a reason
to go to confession
Girls in suits come
and never leave

They enjoy it so much
some of them decide that life is too long
to wait for death

At least this is certain
The service i'm providing

You get your housewives
and school teachers
Normal folks really

I line them up and sort them out
From number of partners
To shape of their lips

I dispose of all blondes
I despise all those blondes

Brunettes they cripple me
And I can't come to murder

They always escape
But I've never been reported

Probably because I own this island
And they're being flown in from

everywhere

05/28/2007

Posted on 05/28/2007
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