Rich Killer

He watches, he sees.

He actions what he believes.

He will take you and gut you clean

Meaningless sheep, death is your dream

Don’t pick up the phone

He is on the other side

Listening to you breathe,

Smelling the fear in your timid life

If you scream, he excites

If you struggle he likes fights

Stand still, take your stab

Just let the killer finish his job

Beautiful throat, head yearning for a bash

Knife razor sharp.

Hold your head back, slash.

But who is this devil?

This unleashed evil

Is it the Janitor that is always broke?

Or is it the garbage collector making jokes?

Well, to him killing is just a sport

For it was the millionaire who owns the yachts and golf courts.

Yes, that handsome man that petted your poodle.

A rich killer who made millions through Google.

Tonight is his night

Tonight is a night for blood

Some unlucky blond

Some unlucky bud

He will stab and cut, slash and tear

and give you cyanide to quench your fear.