Jack's Anger

[Georges]

Look past the marionette,tossed and bloodied, whore
Through the brown cobblestones on the floor
Along the silver, magikal, scalpel knife
She was a loose woman and could not be compared to your wife
Stick the knife into her fatted spleen
Everything is now drug fuelled and is not as it seems
Cut her throat, sharply from ear to ear
You had listened to the complaining and nagging for many a year
Now all you hear is a gurgling and a sharp death Flem
As you lifted her reddened petticoat from the bottom of the hem
Crouching down stabbing, accentuated by the gas lamp
You ravaged her womanhood with silver, in the cold and the damp
Who gives a damn about a huer and a dirty street tramp?
A revenge against a wife by a Mason with a sharp knife
A sexual desire and the absolute need to take power over a life
Soon you would hear the return of the black horse and the hearse
Another woman violated and the satisfaction of the compulsion and the curse.

Georges.