Transvestites can be cannibals too
A Manish looking woman was inspecting the potatoes at the super market. A group of high school kids stared at her as she tested their weight.
"Hey freak!" One of them shouted.
The "woman" looked up just as a half empty coke bottle hit her in the chest, splashing her with sticky liquid. She gasped in shock and anger as the group roared with laughter.
Don't like the way
that I look in my own clothes
So I wear my wife's when I go into
town
You think it's gross when I'm wearing a pantyhose
You
think I'm sick yeah you call me a clown
"Bulls eye!" The kid who threw the bottle cheered.
The woman stormed off to the woman's restroom to clean herself up. She stared at herself at the mirror and muttered angrily as she ripped some paper towels out of the dispenser and dabbed the stain on her shirt. She then tugged at her hair and the brown wig she was wearing came off, revealing short blond hair with purple highlights. She, was in fact a he. Odd Dela Robbia. He wasn't gay as those kids outside thought. He just felt more comfortable in his wife's clothes. A small voice in the back of his head whispered. Those little fucks! How dare they treat you like that! You know what we do to those kind of people……
I think I may I
might have human tonight
Don't come to me because I'm coming to
you
I think I may I might have you for a bite
I'm gonna to
cook me up some heman stew
'cause transvestites can be cannibals
too
and I'll feel better after I eat you
'cause I hate
people when they're not polite
If you end up on my table then it
serves you right!
"Yes…..I do…." He whispered.
-Later that night-
"Harry! Take out the garbage!" A woman's voice called from the downstairs apartment.
A teenage boy groaned from his bedroom and walked down the hall towards the kitchen. He grabbed the large plastic bag and carried it down the driveway. He dropped it in the garbage can and turned to walk back to the house when he saw a figure in his peripheral vision. It was that freak from the market.
"Hey what do you want? Huh? Get outta here freak!" He yelled to the person.
And when I was young
I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to paint my nails and I had
secrets no one knows
But now that I'm grown up I cook dinner
for my wife
I still carry my secrets along with a butcher's knife
He started to yell something else but he stopped when he saw a glimmer in the street light. It was a vicious looking butcher's knife.
I hate the
popular people cause I ain't popular
I hate these words tomorrow
cause I'm bipolar
it's ok to be different unless your all by
yourself
you think your so special but your just like everyone
else
"Hey- wha, what are you gonna do with that?" Harry chocked out.
Odd smiled in the darkness. He calmly (and expertly) walked up to the teen wearing black stilettos. The teenager quickly turned to leave but was stopped by a sharp pain in his shoulder.
He fell and his hand fluttered to his shoulder. He gasped as he felt hot, wet blood. He looked up and saw the grinning cross-dresser like some blood off of the blade, then the next thing he saw was a swift heeled kick to the face and then…..darkness.
I just don't
understand the reason why I said why can't I be a bigger man and walk
away when you tear me down and make me feel like I'm worth nothing,
but then again I'm sure that you deserve what you'll be getting
And when I was young I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to
paint my nails and I had secrets no one knows
But now that I'm
grown up I cook dinner for my wife
I still carry my secrets along
with a butcher's knife
----A few hours later----
Harry awoke in total darkness.
"Welcome," a familiar voice said "to my humble home."
Harry tried to move but he couldn't. A light clicked on and he saw he was tied to a chair in a basement. The cross dresser was standing less then a foot away from him. Hanging from the ceiling by hooked chains were severed body parts and an assortment of knives and other cruel looking instruments lay neatly on a table next to his kidnapper.
So you don't
like being tied up?
Well, I don't like being mean
You're so
shallow-minded you think I'm only what you see
Take me out of
the herd and put out on display in front of your friends
Not
knowing this mistake will lead to your miserable end
"Please ma'am, mister whatever, please doesn't hurt me! I'll do anything!" Harry whimpered.
"How dare he!" the voice in Odd's head sneered. "How dare he beg you for his life after the way he treated you! Show him what we do to his kind Odd!"
Odd ginned evilly as he began cutting into Harry's flesh. Harry screamed for hours until his screams finally died with him.
I'm rude, I'm
ugly, And I'm everything you hate
And I'm here, tonight, to
put you on my plate
I don't care for your opinion I don't want
your point of view
Tonight I'll have a feast with compliments
to you
"Odd! I'm home honey!" Aelita Dela Robbia called as she walked into their house.
"Hey baby, you're early!" Odd said.
"Yeah, it was murder at the office today." She said as she sat down at the dinner table as Odd placed a fat, juicy steak in front of her.
She sniffed the food and smiled.
"It smells so good! Where do you get such fresh meat?" She asked.
"That's my little secret." Odd said kissing her forehead.
"Oh, I almost forgot! Ulrich and Yumi are bringing their kid around for dinner tomorrow night for dinner is that okay?" Aelita asked.
"Of course. There's plenty to go around!" Odd smiled as Aelita cut into her tender, young, steak.
And when I was
young I wore my sister's clothes
I liked to paint my nails and I
had secrets no one knows
But now that I'm grown up I cook
dinner for my wife
I still carry my secrets along with a
butcher's knife!