I met a chap named George Merrow
In the library yesterday
He had just been released from prison
You might remember him
He made front page news a few years back
As he walked into an abattoir
And instructed them to stop the slaughter
When this request was refused
He shot four people dead
And hung them from the meat hooks
I asked him if he regretted his actions
He said that what he did was very wrong
Would he do it again
He shook his head
I asked him why
He said that he was very tired
A beaten man without friends
I said that I would be his friend
And that together we could stop
This gruesome trade
The only thing that was wrong
With his original actions
Was that they were too theatrical
I said that it was sensible to aim high
And assassinate the owners and the bosses
Let the foot soldiers live
If you decapitate a wild beast
Then its claws are rendered useless
It was then that I saw his eyes brighten
Hide in the plain sight
And I will do the rest
Quietly and with the minimum of fuss
An unknown assailant will strike fear
Like a serial killer in a city
George said that I psychopathic tendencies
And this scared him a great deal
He then left the library
And vanished into the street