Murder

I once took a man
From his seat
Wailing, kicking and screaming
He was strong, but I was smarter
And so
I boiled him
In the tears of his victims
I fried him
With the oil seeping through his shirt
And then I cut him up
With the knife he kept in his car
All his remains were used well
As dog food
As a paperweight
The oil ruins the paper though
Maybe I shouldn’t have used it as a paperweight

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