🔺CLEANING KETCHUP🔻 I'm flipping through channels, just to see what's on, Feeling pretty rattled, since these killings begun, Nine children dismantled, spread across town, Times been relentless, waiting for him to come home... A spot for everything, Everything in its place, I vacuumed the rugs, all the carpeting, Bathrooms are scrubbed- Just have to finish up the laundry. A couple stains, sprayed across his front, I don't complain, I'm good at scrubbing out ketchup, It covers his pants, even his shoes, Such a sloppy eater, without me, what would you do? When he gets home late, I stay shying away, He needs space, It's okay- must have been a long day, Judging by the scratches and gashes on his face. (At least I bleached the laundry.) Construction must be tough, Destruction causes abrasions and such, Demolition I know he lives for the most, I'm just sick of scrubbing ketchup outta his clothes! Nine kids in 3 weeks, Tensions rising, it's getting to me, My lover said not to worry about a thing, He'll keep me safe from the kid killing beast... (...trust me...) He's a good man, Sweet man, Shy man, Discreet man, A loyal man, And comedian!... (...just stay away from the basement...) I'm watching the news again, It's becoming my new religion, I finished all the cleaning, Scrubbing ketchup off the ceiling. In the basement I can hear screaming... Whimpers, shouts, yips,... shrill pleading, With a smile, my eyes are rolling, Fifth day this week, Leaving the TV on again. (At least I scrubbed the ceilings...) (At least I bleached the laundry...) (Time to shut off that TV...) (Too much scre-aming....) Lugging around dead weight must be rough, Thankful all I have to clean today is ketchup, The TV s blasting again from the basement... I think I'll go downstairs and mute all of them... (Sixth time this week- where's my bleach?) Ten kids in 4 weeks! We did it again, the body counts climbing! My lover said not to worry about a thing, He found a place to hide all the bodies, (Ketchup all over his hands and feet...) (I'll grab the bleach...) (Trust me.) He's a good man... With a few compulsions... Nothing's wrong... I'm only cleaning ketchup for him.
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