A Poem of Evil

Joe when I saw you on the moving screen
I only wanted to see you in pain.
But now seeing you between the covers,
I desire a much different punishment vein

To take a crooked blade,
And jam it into your good eye,
That would bring me joy,
As you beg to die.

For years you attacked young jack
For little more than a jelousy attack
But the tables turned and took your eye
But your evil did not die

But he found what all men seek
A joyus, happy life.
With friend a many,
And a ‘little singer’ to be a wife

But your shadow was cast
With a vile retched stink
And your plan was hatched
To keep this happiness his last

A battle of wits?
Don’t make me laugh
Your battle was nothing more than bits
Of lies and tricks and other falsities

As the pages of the book turned
I begged for a proper end
For Miss Arcadia to return
To jack’s arms once again

But because of you, your lies, your evil
No longer did she see him.
Because of you, your ego and your vile
For jack we sing a funeral hymn

I only wish I could see the day
Though far or soon it be
That your past evils you push away
Meet you at the end

On that date, your fate is sealed
And hope and life you will clench.
The only thing I want to see,
The rippers blade in your flesh