William

You were ever such a lovely boy
Trained in nothing else but driving
But now you cower back in fear
Concentrating on surviving

A gorgeous boy, lots of promise
Valentines Day come good
But you’re broken now,
By metal, words and wood.

No smiles or cuddles anymore
From your splintered, broken self,
They abuse your legs and soul and back
And now they’re gone, your health

We know what happened,
Who’s to blame,
Now we know what’ll happen,
We’ve picked thee game

Revenge is cold and sweet and good
But not as good as fire
Which is what she shall feel now,
In the heart of my ire

There’ll be shame and hatred
And fire and ice,
They brought it on themselves
I shall not play nice

Tripping up shall not be hard
As these bastards cannot see,
Nor will sabotaging Lonely ads,
They shall not think its me

Misplaced cards with numbers on
Placed around the ’stow
Their orientation and preferences,
EVERYONE will know

And when they’re tired and out of breath
As we have worn them out
We’ll do a war dance round their beds
And laugh and chant and shout

For we are the Saturday
And we are it alone
And anyone we do not like
May as well go home

Be it far away, or just near by
It is nothing to all of us
We tried to do it nicely
But you had to make a fuss

U have incurred the wrath of ours
And now you’ll pay the price
You angered, broke, humiliated,
And now with death you’ll dice.