True Crime

 

Take a tour of the theme park of murderous

gruesome crimes and have a dead good time.

A day trip to the West's house of terror,

where you are led

to find the bones of the dead.

Like a giant sized whack a mole

to show you where to dig a hole.

 

Make your reservations

at the basement restaurant

of the Fritzl hotel.

Where your food is served cold,

bread and water in a tin bowl.

Locked up

In your own private prison cell.

 

Have a go at hook a crook.

Take your fishing rod and test your luck.

You can win a fish in a bag,

or if you wish a cuddly toy.

There are many designs to enjoy.

 

Ride the press merry-go-round.

24 hours a day, breaking news inbound.

It never turns off or stops,

we can't even trust the cops.

The wheels keep turning,

they say that crime doesn't pay,

but a book deal is on its way.

 

Take a walk through the gift shop.

WE HAVE EVERYTHING IN STOCK.

Bullets emblazoned

with all the names you can reel off.

Nilsen, Bundy, Dahmer, Allitt, Brady

Sutcliffe, Shipman, Gacy.

The names keep coming.

You can have them on mugs,

pepper pots, toby jugs.

Keep the tills ringing today,

but remember that crime doesn't pay.

 

We put so much celebrity

into murder and torture.

Rather than praising our heroes

we praise the zeros

that kill, maim and demand fame,

for some sadistic game.

We know all the killers by name

but of the victims can we say the same?

 

Netflix and chill

watching psychopaths kill.

Documentaries speak of their gruesome deeds

with bloodstained vivid imagery.

Victims barely mentioned by name.

The celebrity

Is the one with the sharpened blade.

 

 

Thanks for reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry

Kyle.