Poems as of late.

Glorified Butcher

Hold it like a pencil.
(index finger there.)
Be sure and steady,
(have confidence lad!)
Make the cut, follow the lines.
(that's a boy!)
Retract the layer.
(now cut through all the meat.)
Skrt! Skrt! Skrt!
(watch the nerve!)
Insert the plate,
(almost done.)
Stitch her up.
(now mop up the blood.)

Emo Nemo

Emo Nemo sat by the beach and he died.
The cops ruled it plausible suicide.
No fish, they'd reckoned could have tried
To pass their day without water passing through their sides.
If you don't get this, I might have sighed,
Though, I'd much rather commit your homicide.