Now that your
Mother is missing
And your father's
Broken, bloody,
Beheaded remains
Were mailed back
To the hotel room
You've been living in
Ever since
Your house burned down
Taking with it
All your possesions,
Your private moments
And pets,
And your car
Was found in the ravine
With that ex-stripper
In the boot
I hope you've
Learned your lesson;
Don't fuck with
the cockroaches.