Roses are red
Violets are blue
If you won’t be mine
I’ll have to kill you

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I cut off your air
And your face is blue too

Roses are red
Violence is great
I burned down the bistro
Where we had our first date

Roses are red
Violets aren’t purple?
When the blood leaves your jugular
It goes “gurgle gurgle”

Roses are red
Why won’t you die!?
Guns and knives
And chainsaws, oh my!

Roses are red
And so is your blood
When you fall 22 stories
Your body goes “THUD!”

Roses are red
Violets are “in”
I want to sew a pantsuit
Out of your skin

Roses are red
I’m being quite hostile
When I take an ice pick
And shove it up your nostril

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
But it’s actually poison

Hunter Burgan [x]
If I had to pick six people to bring with me on a camping trip, the dad from Silver Spoons would be my first choice. My other picks would be: Gumby, a drunken cowboy, a jockey, and a non-threatening mummy. I also would bring a cartoon robot, even if it counted as one of my people. If the cartoon robot didn’t count as one of my picks, then I would bring an animatronic cat from the Pirates of the Caribbean ride at Disneyland. They love the outdoors and are immune to poison oak.
Hunter Burgan