PIcking Daisies
In the darkness of the day
When children are out to play
Streets bustle with activity
No one thinks to notice me.

A black 3 piece suit
Wingtip shoes, black to boot
A fedora tilted on my head
A black briefcase, my initials in red.

The park is so green and vast
Children can run free at last!
My favourite part of my long day.
Which of these children shall I take away?

The flaxen haired girl, in a dress of silk
Or the rotund boy, slurping his milk?
That youth, in denim, eating candies sour
I'd best hurry, finish within the hour.

Ah, there she is, my selection complete
Brown eyes, locks of curls, sandals on her feet.
I know her parents, they will make me rich.
In order to secure the return of their bitch.

"Hello young lady, would you like to see my puppy?"
She smiles and nods, the others think she is lucky
Into my van, she climbs right in.
I close the door, unable to hide my grin.

I sit in my seat, and tell her softly
"Let's just go for a ride, you and me"
We go to my home and I place her in a room
I lock her in, and will call her parents soon.

Once that is done I will have my cash
The little girl's body will be nothing but ash.
That is what you get when you ignore your child.
The lesson is grave, and their pain far from mild.

Goodnight...