alittletooparanoid

Little Johnny was sad, he was such a pain His crying and shrieks made everyone insane I went on my knees and grabbed round his neck And with a sharp squeeze, I felt it crack I placed my finger to my lips to hush As the children ran and ran they rushed I took out my bat; I have issues you see Now my issues are going to have issues with me As I swung my bat high, blood splashed on the wall The strong ones were running, the weak ones they fall Now here I do sit, feeling oh so tired But alas the room, finally it was quiet