Nov 8 1995
He sat in the small room. Looking out at all the gloom. He notice the bodies on the floor, He wondered at the blood on the door. He glanced at the blade, how acute He glanced at the female body- lifeless, mute. About her, he extensively thought, By the looks, she really fought, To save her own breath. From escaping into death. He was sure she didn't want to go, She wanted to stay, and follow the flow. In her own way, she was funny, She wanted to work for her money. But he laughed as he split, For he's a killer, he doen't give a s#!t. He got caught the very next day, So now Bubba will be his only lay. He'll go to court for months at a time Paying his lawyers every last dime. He'll sit there and never talk, His lawyers will make him walk.