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INSTITUTE OF HIGH DECAY
The crazies surround me Every day they holler and scream the same repeated obscenities Some are quite amusing I must say Cutting up their scarred arms Dripping blood carelessly on the shiny buffed white floor It all makes such pretty patterns Until those damn nurses come and spoil it all With all them happy pills Just yesterday we all had such a lovely time As one of the saner inhabitants of this here asylum Plunged a knife into a sweet young nurses chest We all remember fondly as the blade was removed The flashing glimpse of her bleeding breast Now that was modern art Today has been rather slow though I must say As I sit here watching out my barred sealed window My good friend Psycho Bill butchering Doctor Farhi’s young niece Guess that will teach him to bring children to work We’re all taking bets on how many minutes will pass Before he finds her tiny mutilated carcass I wonder if they’ll notice the semen this time I suppose it’s about time I got up to some mischief myself It’s been nearly four whole days since my dear sister came to visit Although I doubt she’ll come again soon To be honest I didn’t really expect the flames to engulf her quite so fast The smell of burning flesh was quite erotic I must say Guess that will be the last time she asks me for a light But smoking is such a terrible habit after all Oh dear Dr Farhi does appear quite upset Seems he’s located his niece Those tears such a lovely touch I do so hope he finds her other arm I’m sure he’ll be much happier then Oh well at least I won the bet Extra pills for me tonight Can’t wait for the consequences
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