Eight in a Freezer


Eight in a Freezer

Seven cold people sit in a freezer
Bags over their heads; tied to chairs
Only two begin saying their prayers
All are unable to hear the eighth downstairs

The one on the left end is named as Ceaser
He was a Mexican who liked young women and cash
He loved getting them addicted to drugs and trash
Before selling them off, to be gone in a flash

Next to him sat a nice figure named Sue
She was pretty and liked guys with something to lose
Marring them, then killing them once she had all she could use
Collecting their life insurance to go one a singles cruises

Next to her sat an African named Stew
His skill with a ball, and chocolate skin
Gave him all the girls for his raping sin
Making enough cash to pay his way out of the bin

In the center of the line sat Andy
He was just your everyday thriller
A “suppositive” repeating cop killer
Hanging them off the top of a pillar

Following him you had sweet Sandy
She was something with her affair
Something else with her day care
Leaving bodies beaten beyond repair

Second from the right was Pam
Who was a lawyer turned judge
That had a verdict you could budge
Right payment, you can go without a grudge

On the end of the right was Sam
Pam had released this “political man”
Who hit minorities with his van
Killing six the day before he ran

The last man who remained below
Found this list of horrible sinners
Had injected them all with strong blood thinners
He also belonged with this group of “winners”

He could feel his heart start to slow
From the poison he hand injected
He began to call the people he respected
Soon he shall join his group of selected

He had an idea to make up for his mistakes
To clear the world of other scum
Also helping to save some one
As the people up stairs start to go numb

Finishing his last phone calling his stakes
Every one up stairs had a different blood type
All organ donors, with organs fresh and ripe
Without stars and a decent colored stripe

This last man’s name was a cop Clark
Who changed evidence for court
Making up lies in his report
Now no longer would he support

Having let the police know his mark
He walked up stairs to join the damned
Walking in letting the door become slammed
Before sitting next to Stew he made sure the door was jammed

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