Mrs. Elridge - Drowned Rat

There once was a lonesome soul confused,
Where the methods of Grammatology was used.
But with every word and letter that he abused,
The instructor showed she was not amused.

To this poor soul she had given no homage,
Showed discontent that won to encourage.
The institution no more to accept his primage,
Failing this course had left so much damage.

He made his way towards home which was sent,
An envelope that further scrutinized his predicament.
His parents were there and left their bodies soused and spent,
Among the brew, the eviction threat, was the lone adolescent.

He made it to his room and slowly closed his door,
And there he fought and erupting struggle within his very core.
Hours passed as he did come to pass that he was very sore,
In his room that he left broken he had passed out onto the floor.

The days had passed into the days of two and three,
Since the fated day of the confused lonesone expiree.
She was preparing for her next class, everyone could agree,
When the windows caved in with a great falling tree.

The great woody plant descended into the classroom,
Landed on her desk with a loud crashing 'BOOM!
The instructor trapped beneath as it seemed to consume,
A figure stepped through and the sound of 'Vrrooom Vrrooom'!

For this lonesome soul no more was he confused,
It was all her fault and she alone was to be accused.
The chainsaw in his hands she had looked utterly confused,
The adolescent showed that he was not amused.

She cried in agony and just as much in pain,
As the rotating chain sank deep into her brain.
Crimson fluid spewed forth and was left to stain,
The instructor's room, the instructor I had slain.

I had drawn on the board, in the blood of my kill,
To teach my own lesson, as a sagely teacher will.
My message was set, and I cried my one last fill,
I took refuge sweet cyanide in that one lethal pill.

Who would have of guessed,
Later on people will ask why?
Seems that I had already confessed,
In the time before I had to die.

No one knew it could come to this,
Farewell to those who've cried.
For I never knew suicide could be bliss,
Mrs. Elridge must die;
To be joined in our fate in my suicide.