hack and kill
a poem by punkie
Hack and Kill went up the hill
To see whom they might slaughter.
Just for kicks they fired their sticks
Amidst a bunch of squatters.
They all dropped dead in pools of red
As fast as Hack could shoot them.
Kill cheered him on, and sang a song
Of blood and guts and mayhem.
“Yo kids,” Hack said, “it’s cool being dead.”
Kill nodded her assent.
“So grab your guns, let’s have some fun,
And waste those who dissent.”
About Jack and Jill, the original rhyme here.
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