Blank Chat...

Blank...stopped by, wanting to chat
Killer was pissed, wanted none of that
What gall, how dare he, interrupt my space
Killer throws daggers at his smiley-face

Killer watched this one, with some care
He was thinking, that they wouldn't dare
Flim-flammed and worded, just so right
Showing off for the crowd, on Saturday night

Trying to boggle Killer's mind
Using skills of a different kind
Pushing aside snide suggestion
Killer got thoughts, for digestion

To deaf ears, Blank quested his query
Said this is boring, he left in a hurry
Before Killer could slay his sorry ass
He left like he came, quick, with no class

Fast to anger, a little slow to react
Killer saw through the sneak attack
I should'a ripped off, the offending finger
I would'a done it too, had he lingered

Now Killer is stoked, he wants to see
Blank's guts hanging from the old oak tree
I'll break his legs, and then his arms
Use his eyes for lucky charms

I'll stomp that guy, and eat his lips
Bake his skin into crisp, thin chips
I'll crack his nuts, though they're wee
Say, this is what you get; Don't fuck with me