When you wake in pain at 8am    to my metal bed you are tied   you struggle so I take my index finger   and jab it several times into your eye   a cotton tip swab dipped in drain cleaner   pokes your eyes again and again   I climb on your chest with an iron bar   and repeatedly batter your hands   Robert Berdella   would torture young fellows   until they were skin and bones   and when they were dead   the garbage man   would take them away from his home   Robert Berdella   would torture young fellas   until they were dead and cold   then throw them out in gerbage bags   to get them away from his home   My fist has ripped your anal wall   so penicillin I prescribe    to keep you alive and subject you    to much more torture before you die   with a home-made ballast plugged in the wall   7000 volts I apply   with battery cables clambed on to your scrotum   your testicles I will fry