31 May 2012
Well don't you look good enough to eat.
Don't worry, for now I'll just take a peek,
Then when I take you, though you scream
You'll believe it all a chloroform dream.
Vicious, feral, against God
A thousand laws broke by an odd
Suspect. A philanthropist,
A host of parties with neighbours as guests,
One who dresses up as a clown
To amuse the children in my town.
No-one suspects the ever-admired
Businessman from Chicago. A liar
Who lures you in from the rain,
Young men disappearing again and again
My appetite to satisfy,
Until broken, cold you lie
Under floorboards, creaky and damp,
While my family on your grave do dance.
Sweet Home Chicago (Case #4) • Opuss № I