Where'd they hide the bin?
I have some gory stuff - now want to shove in, see
Litt-rin' New Yorky's quite a mortal sin, it be
For spittle on the streets the cops will ar-rest me
Where, bin, thou art?

Mixed, inert jello,
Alive and gleaming in this dumpster sure looks fine
I'll cleverly put under lovely gelatine
The maimed issue of knife I made when slitting fine
These body parts!

She killed my heart with her philanderings
Now mangled limbs, she's spoileded scavagings
All spilled afoul with old lunch stuff...
Her henna hair now strewn in macaroni
Lithe arms all ground, through cold baloney
I ditched both her hands - with stale eclairs

Now don't be aghast
Fanned my displeasure, I seized power in foul play
I crave a dumpster now to throw her eyes away
I'll stow her head here - till it swarms with worms astray
Then she'll be fare

So long and alas
Bin, shoved my treasured bride, I bowered her away
Enjoyed the rapture now of this mulch-y array
Behold all neat molecular interred decay
Soon she'll be ne'er