Joy of Murder

by Liz   May 3, 2005


Murder bring me happiness,
It brings me friends,
It brings me Joy,
A break away from the real world,
I cry,
I laugh,
I lie,
And I explain,
Murder to me is a career,
Tough to me its not for the money,
Its just for the fun.
I love to Murder,
I love to break away from reality,
I love to Murder...

*this poem is about my work, On murder mystery weekends, not actual murder*

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  • 19 years ago

    by Pianist

    It is a bit confusing to me. It almost seems as if you are venting, though I do not understand, so this could have some special meaning to you. Oh yes, your title is misspelled... it should be "murder." Read some of my work if you get the time.

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