I made a poem
" janet the killer "
when a women kills , its for the cheap thrills
she like' s to lurk around the town trying to find out her pray , their soul is swept away
when she smiles , it's vile , its so bright it gives the men a fright
the blade of the knife is sharp like a tack , but when the blood trickles , it lacks .
to lure the the ones of the unfortunate and sorry , janet takes off dress to show her sexy , hot beautiful body
but the men are mistaken , because their life is taken
so janet will patiently wait for hours and hours in her black towers
- me ( breanna merkt )