The Teaser Poem by George Hunter

I knew this babe from the city
And on me she wouldn't take pity.
She'd tease through the night
With no later delight.
I thought that was really shitty.

I said I thought you'd go to bed
But you stood me up instead.
You're just a P.T. you know
It was all just for show
So I shot her in the head.

She didn't make a sound
As her blood poured on the ground.
I didn't want to do it
And I knew I would rue it
But I felt better all around.

It was a fitting end
As to my will she wouldn't bend.
I couldn't take any more
So I got real sore
And a message I had to send!

(Like good-bye)