There was once a crooked man.
Who lead a crooked life.
He was a dangerous and evil man,
Who even butchered his own wife.
He walked a crooked mile,
In a deranged and psychotic style.
His clothes would be bloody
And he would kill anybody.
His brain was crooked and he didn’t know.
That his bloodlust was a result
Of a mental disorder that he didn’t know.
He was in a situation that was very difficult.
Eventually, the crooked man hanged himself.
Probably because there was no one else to kill.
Now his spirit walks the earth.
Looking for another victim to kill.