A Tale of Two Cities…
Pain City comes to Loserville
I’m from Loserville, where an abuser’s will fails everyday...
And cruisers filled with boozer’s swill are such a common cliché.
While cops call in for a rap-sheet, they spit bile in the backseat...
Past plaqued and cracked teeth while puss from their tracks seep.
Everyone’s got an addiction or affliction that’s winning the fight...
And two strikes called convictions that keep them in shadows at night.
All pretty girlies get knocked up too early...it’s like there’s no escape...
From laced GHB, slipped Ecstasy...the inevitable incest or date rape.
And not one single father bothers with child support or care...
Most aren’t even there and those who are...wallow in drunken despair.
See, Loserville’s like a banshee...
It’ll drive you to drink or stay high for enjoyment.
Cuz minimum wage is a fantasy...
When you stand in lines called Unemployment.
My big break began breaking when I saw cash for the taking...
Local loan sharks kept em quaking but I was hungry, stomach aching.
Watched em drop a sack when he climbed in the back of his limo...
And I saw that sack was fat so I hit the fire escape out my window.
Snatched it up fast, there was so much money from collections...
That by the time I got back to my pad I was kickin an erection.
So excited about tomorrow...I’m finally gonna leave this city...
Leaving behind these horrors...so for me, don’t feel any pity.
It didn’t take long for my arm so strong to get the info I need...
I’d offer up bucks, but I prefer threatening cuts since no one likes to bleed.
Apartment D4 on the fourth floor...the lock was easily picked...
Chloroform rag, duct tape and a gag...helps with the pain I plan to inflict.
A sharp slap wakes him up...then the “You don’t steal from me!” speech...
Followed by several severing cuts that severely shorten his reach.
Fingerless and frightened...agony etches his facial expressions...
While this session of aggression starts to give me an erection.
S’just a perk of the profession...I giggle and pat it in playful salute...
Then cut this kid’s tongue out for not telling me he’d found my loot.
Leave em laying and taped...face down in his pile of fingers...
Then just for kicks...raped...so not just pain, but shame lingers.
I’m considered criminal scum cuz I’d leave ya in the desert thirsty...
But it’s like that where I’m from; Pain City shows no mercy.
The End