WICKED
He bled out silently… I laughed
Innocent children murdered by evil loser.
I farted in the elevator
Scathing innuendos never really hurt anyone.
His new car–sugar in tank.
They never know, but I do.
Her towel fell. “Oops.” She smiled.
Forgot to pay his wife’s ransom.
“Mum, new trainers! You’re well wicked.”
She showed him what was mine.
“One bite won’t hurt.” “Well … Ok ….”
Toes curl up… death by house.
We put pepper in his pants.
Opened cabinet door – fake mouse – SCREAM!
She’s still alive. I messed up.
‘Wicked’ just a word , defined her.
Green eyes burned with a fire.
Substituted salt for sugar. Revenge accomplished
Wicked is good, but slightly bitter.
He lied to start the war.
False rumor. She was shunned forever.
Concert ends. Life ends. Humanity ends!
Nasty, harsh, wicked- I love it!
He slipped something into her drink.
Hmm, could be yours; probably not.
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