Well I was walking down the street,

Just like any other day.

When along came a man I'd longed to greet

And so I did but with a movement of my feet

I knocked him down and drew a knife

Ending his life with so very little strife

Just like any other day

I stood to wipe away the blood

And a very little bit of mud

But they were stubborn and I could not come clean

And so I learned about words obscene

Hate can stab just like a blade

Even if you think you've got it stayed.