Side B Poem by Jeremy Willson

"Dr.Jekyll are you in? '
Cough, cough, grunt then a sly evil grin
"No I'm not, my name darling is Mr. Hyde"
The good doctors gone he's trapped deep inside
Within the shadows he now lurks and waits
Time to deceive them all, give those ladies grapes
They're expensive and you're charming
But that laugh is certainly alarming
Pulling out your knife you sick deranged man
You can't do this, "Oh yes I can"
It's time these females learn their lesson
It's the debt that all men pay, even if their women
Here it comes hear their blood curdling screams
Death is granted to them only if he deems
This is Side B and it's grittier it seems
Kiss her neck Mr., then slice her throat with ease
Doesn't matter if they beg and plead with a "Please"
Watch the life drain from her body and her eyes
It's what turns you on like dead bodies riddled with flies
You're a diseased man, how did you get like this
"It was the Doctors fault the blame is his"
One night at the lab you see, his potions went and spilled
And the first victim was a piece of his soul that was killed
"But do not worry, do not fret for I took it's place"
Look upon the darkness it's what you too shall one day face