In the Library this Morning

I met a woman, her name was Lill
Her baby-doll I had to kill
She came first
that little plastic bitch
Blood was needed to quench my thirst
So I gathered the tools and dug the ditch

I met a woman, her name was Lill
Her baby-doll I had to kill
In their house she was queen
I shanked the little cunt right in the spleen
The plastic hoar was sure to die
I wanted to see her melt
I wanted her to cry.
I tucked the carcass in a cushion of felt .

I met a woman, her name was Lill
Her baby-doll I had to kill
But I fucked it all up, I dropped a toe.
I lost my bed to blunder.
My woes,
Resting upon plastic torn asunder