I'D Kill The Little Girl's Killer. Poem by Michael Gale

(This poem, A Little Girl was sadly written by 'An Angel Without Wings'. This poem inspired me to write this poem about what i'd do to the coward that would beat this little girl.)


As good as the last poem that i read...
This poem wanted me to make him, that much more dead.

A little more sadder...
That makes me, the more the madder.

A poem about someone stolen...
Black and blue and so much whole swollen.

He beat her once-
And he beat her twice...
he is far worse than the chickeniest of mice.

The blood did drip as from her wrist...
The crimes commited to her could fill an entire encyclopedic list.

He shut her in and he beat her silly...
His name does not matter, even if it were Boston Billy.

I'd track him down and i'd make that peon pay....
I'd make him sorry and i'd make him rue the day-

That he met me and the day he hit her sore...
That sad SOB would be left by me as bad as left off and poor.

I'd kick that SOB deep inside his ribs and bones...
I'd make him beg for mercy and i'd make him holler more
with much suffering of the loudest of the loudly moans.

I'd cut him from ear to ear to give him a smile of denial...
For his crime to her, to me that would really me, rile.

I'd stomp his tongue and make it thin and long...
I'd make him suffer all miserably loud in song.

The pain from him would reach far up to God's Heavenly home...
I'd make that Ba-rd suffer as like Jesus did by the Empire that was Rome.

That cad, would no longer, to her, punishingly give...
Because, of me, he'd no longer live.

(One happy ending, and one, sadly, not.)