Harm

Harm We Should run with scissors and cut away the track team with rainbowsfrom blood fizzures dancing happily through the stream I've got some gatorade for when we play baseball with a hand grenade the hitters blasted; ragdoll That zombie soccor mom opens the door to bones on the field, hit by a cluster bomb called in by suicide cell phones Dead are the athletes now move on the the arts slaughter of krakow those silly tarts The writers on crack the show must go on the dancer broke her back tragedy has come and gone No this is not like McBeth will you suffer me now as you breathe your Last breath