Murderers

This poem probably tells you more about me than it tells you about the kind of stuff that I watch. Regardless, this is about the kind of stuff I watch on Netflix.

 

You should watch

murder documentaries.

I’m telling you,

man these men

are mental,

and the women

are just as bad.

These three guys

in the one I watched last night

took women out into the woods,

hit them on the head with a rock,

cut off one of their breasts

and masturbated

into the wound.

They also made incisions,

cutting holes in their flesh

while they were still alive

and then putting their penises

insode her.

Talk about

sloppy seconds.

The females of the species

are less deadly than the males,

at least on average,

but women killers

do tend to go

a bit mental,

we’re talking OTT violence

when a single blow to the head

with a claw hammer

would probably solve

their problems.

Personally,

I hate people,

but I won’t chop ‘em up

for my ngonga.

Let’s face it

I wouldn’t survive

the jail time.