The Weirdo And His Coffee

There once was a weirdo, who was very strange.

An approximation of the weirdo and his coffee.

He spotted out people, mostly at range.

He'd walk to their homes, closely he'd near.

He'd talk to their families, oh so sincere!

He'd knock on their doors, and scream in terrible fear.

And if, by chance, they said "Don't come in here!"

Well, he'd go to the house, and walk to the rear...

He'd stab them and stab them, till they ran like a deer!

He'd search all their cupboards, and search for the thing.

He'd not accept others, not even a diamond ring!

He'd only take coffee, and take all the coffee.

Then he'd hang up the corpses, the blood would drip.

They'd hang there forever, until the rope did rip.

And then he was done, and he has his coffee.

It's now about time to take another sip.

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Credited to AlixeTiir

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