The Shed (Inside)

There's an ugly man outside this shed
And shortly I'll remove his head
But him just sitting there is wrong
And I've been in here way too long

It goes like this: I'm not some bitch
Who stumbled scared out of some ditch
I've been around since long ago
(This ain't my first rodeo)

I saw him coming miles away
In his rusty Chevrolet
Waited till the moment came
And hit the road all scared and lame

'Lock me up, sir! Hurry, please!'
Big scared eyes (I'm such a tease)
Clutching at him past my wits
Leaning in with perfect tits

Took me in, the sweet old poop
Fed me a bowl of watery soup
Offered me a place to sleep
Swore to God he wasn't a creep

Thing is, he didn't ask me why
I wanted locking up -- poor guy
A pervert and a shit-for-brains
(He never asked about the chains)

These chains and all this rigging gear
Was all installed when we got here
And there are bloodstains on the floor
Thirteen bodies, maybe more

Seems this guy's a monster too
He kills my kind, we precious few
He brings them here, to have his joys
Then throws them out like broken toys

Now he's got me where he would
(I was in the neighborhood
Stalked him for the last three nights
And now I got him, dead to rights)

Blood will rain like a monsoon
The instant I sense that full moon
No more thinking with your dick.

We don't bite men, you psycho prick.

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© Jackson Cambridge, 2015.