With a rush greater than the wind itself, comes a unicorn
just off his job working in unicorn porn.
His real passion however was not strutting his stuff
But murdering unicorns and ripping out their unicorn fluff.
As he changed from his outfit quite skimpy
he realized his director was looking quite wimpy.
With the director gored he could finally be free
with no one to make eye gouging movies to see.
The silvery blood splattered the ceiling
giving the unicorn that adrenaline feeling.
No longer would he be required to strip
or be smacked for giving back lip.
He was a free unicorn with no where to be
except at the crime scene which he happened to flee.
As the only employee he would be chief suspect
the dots for the cops just needed to connect.
As he fled he knew the law wouldn't be but a day behind
and to a murderer like he judgement would be the opposite of kind.
The former proved true as cops caught up to him in Timbuktu
and dragging him back treating like a mere human from the zoo.
He was sentenced to something quite worse than to die
his horn was shaved and sent to the humans to buy.
No longer was he a majestic unicorn but a common horse.
For some fat kid to ride until the unicorn learned remorse.