The Three G’s
Greasy, Grimy, Gooey too
That’s what’s going to become of you
You beat it out of here twice before
But it’s now you’ll finally meet with such unimagined and prolonged gore

At first you were just another job to me
To seek out, track down and made to suffer endlessly
But you did escape my horror place
In such a hurried and frenzied pace
You did try to run and flee
But don’t you realize I was just playing with thee?

You’re attempt at escapes was just that
Orchestrated by me at the drop of a hat 
Now you’re back for a third time
More fire, oily water and greasy slime


You escaped and left four fingers before
I left you with one thumb to be able to open the door
Now both hands will be unable to do that trick
 Does that worry you, you lowlife prick?

I am getting bored playing with you
The time has come for the best things I do
That will be Greasy, Grimy and Gooey for you.

 Oh, yes, you can’t say good bye because I cut out your tongue
You’re now no more than a piece of dung

So try to say good bye to torture and pain
As I scatter your brains from here to White Plains
When my Sledge Hammer comes down on your head
Remember what they say in Brooklyn
It sucks to be DEAD!
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​ Published  2010 Flash Fiction Offensive