• Poor old Vic celebrating Thanksgiving all alone
    With no turkey not even cranberry sauce to look at.
    He was all alone with a companion he had found
    In the streets of the outer metropolitan area.

    Poor old Mike all tied up in the hard wooden chair.
    He was just a young, unsuccessful stockbroker
    fresh out of college trying to find a job in the tough
    Economic world of what is Wall Street, N.Y.

    Good old Vic started thinking, Mm, what will I do to
    make dinner for me and my love this Thanksgiving Day.
    He looked over at Mike and a light bulb turned on
    In Vic's sick little mind of his that I dare not explore.

    Clever Vic walked over to Mike and bent down to meet him
    Directly in the eyes of Mikes sad, dirty little face.
    Vic asked to Mike, How would you like to be dinner?
    Mike with a confused looked asked confused, What?

    Smart little Vic smiled a big, wide smile and went xd
    to look in his closet of beautiful little gadgets. wink
    Vic took out a chainsaw but said, No no no, no good.
    Then he searched more deep and found what he searched.

    Happy little Vic walked back over to Mike
    With ax in hand and a big, big smile on his listo. biggrin
    Mike tried and tried and tried to get back, get away.
    Vic kicked him down, chair and all, to the floor.

    Poor poor Mike begged for his life and said he'd pay
    A big, big ransom. Vic laughed at this, I don't want your
    ******** money, and he kept on laughing and smiling rofl
    as he hacked and chopped at poor Mike's poor head.

    Satisfied old Vic smiled with blood on his chest and face,
    Smiled that he finally had a dinner to share with his smile
    Loved one. His true love, companion of life, for rich or for
    Poorer, his girl, in the next room held against her will, chained. heart

    So then they celebrated, eating poor old Mike, such a
    Shame, he was such a great guy.
    Oh, well, at least he was delicious. biggrin