Vigilantes

[Jassy Melson]

We shuffle silently down the hall
tracking the molester's footsteps dressed in red
to his lair. There we find him and dispatch him.
We devour his body, leaving only teeth, bones,
nails, hair, intestines and his penis.

We discover on finding his driver license
that we had eaten the wrong man.
But we also find a picture of his twin.
We don't despair. There will be time
to track his brother and give him
the justice he deserves: death
to all rapists and child molesters.

We feel not a shred of remorse,
for raping and child molesting run in genes,
and in our eyes that makes him
a potential rapist or molester.

We trip on down to the nearest bar
and munch pretzels and watch
the Packers and the Vikings,
drink beer and cheer.
Life is good.

The next morning the papers all proclaim
the horrible disgusting act of cannibalism.
The police haven't a clue and are baffled.
The public is scared witless. Only we know the truth.
The morrow will find us tracking the molester
and enjoying a full-course meal.

[tailor STATELY]

Interesting tale, barring judgment, though a bit visceral for my tastes (sic).

Perhaps the title "Monsters" (for both parties [sic] involved) would fit better for this Halloween season.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY

[Jassy Melson]

The title was kind of an afterthought. It's not very original, but it was the only word I could think of that fit

[Delta40]

I think the horror of what is done here is brought home effectively when you all munch on pretzels, beer and enjoy the game!

[Jassy Melson]

I think so too. The contrast is so very horrible; their nonchalance is horrible too.