The Masked
Madman
“Button da backa dat straightjacket, son.
Strap him in tight naw, or he
slash you face off—
jes' like dem poor bastahds,
Billy and Phil.
Dey wretched, son.
Wretched.
Wretched…
Why? WHY??
‘Cause dey done suhVIVED, son!
He peel’d off dey skins liken an Injun scalpin’ a white mayn
and lef’ ‘em layin’ dere—
ALAHVE.
An’ nen,
he tied a balloon neahby,
an’ sat dahwn, an’ cackled ‘til dey caught him.
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