Anger Poems II: I'll Burn You at the Stake

I'll burn you at the stake

Damn sure, I'll make you cry

You've made a big mistake

Now, you've just got to die

Some witches need just burning

But you deserve much more

(And please, your stench is turning

Even all the berries sore)

Why so, then you may ask

But I'll just snicker off

Then I'll head on to my task

(Go 'head and just f*** off)

First, with my knife, I'd stab you

Making sure the pain lingers

Then by the hand, I'll grab you

And cut off all your fingers

I'll feed your legs to cheetahs

And make them spit it out

Then I'll dice them up in pieces

And feed them to your mouth

I'll get some spicy peppers

And place them in your eyes

They'll burn like nasty heifers

And I won't hear your cries

In a cauldron, go your bones

And in there, they shall seethe

Then I'll get some dirty stones

And throw them at your teeth

And in a pit, the flames, I'll set

Oh, that of crackling red!

(Looking back, don't you regret

All the s*** you said?)

I'll add some extra charcoal

So you come out extra dark

Then, I'll rip your callous soul

And brand it with my mark

You nasty bastard with the dirty skin

Your time has finally come

Your warts and brainless head is in

Hell craves and hungers some

I'll place the stake in the flaming pit

And laugh out in big guffaws

(That's what you get for being s***

And making useless flaws)