SLAVE TO A SERIAL KILLER

On my knees, I go a scrubbing,
a little bit of rubbing,
then a little bit more scrubbing,
dip my brush into the bucket,
letting it drip onto the floor
then add some bleach
and scrub some more.
cleaning blood 
from off the door
from where  is spatters 
when hitting the floor  

Blood and sinewy bits to peruse
Even when I scrub hard 
They are still hard to remove
Add a little bit,
of elbow grease 
A little bit more bleach 
Makes light work of 
all this grease 
Scrub and scrub
till my fingers bleed 
Whilst I’m knelt down here
on grazed knees 
Somebody take me away 
From here 
Please!

Does jack really care?
If so why does
he treat me so unfair?
Why doesn’t he take
his turn doing the chores? 
I’ll tell you why
because he would be bored. 
scrubbing tiled floors 
marred with blood 
where he hit someones head 
thud, thud, thud

It’s fine Jack, 
I’ll take all you got 
Do the dishes, 
Clean the fishes,
Do your dinner, 
Polish and hoover 
Pick up fingers and toes 
And even the odd nose 
And blood-stained clothes
body parts 
bits of heart 
don't you worry 
i'll make a start

Yeah jack,
you just kick back 
Watch the tv 
Go on have a beer 
Ill clean the cellar 
Don’t worry about that 
Ill scrape up
all this human fat 
Ill bag up
this lung and heart 
Dispose of it 
While you sit and fart 

No jack, 
Don’t you get up 
I’ll pick up 
The crushed eyes
Clear out the maggots 
And all these dead flies 
While you sit 
Splitting your sides
Mocking and jeering
From the side lines

But hey that’s fine 
I’ll put away the sharp knives 
Scrub the tiles clean 
With all my might
Remove all this icky blood 
That fills the space 
Where I am stood 
I’ll make it all nice and clean 
scrub the floor 
untill it gleams
So once again
you can be mean 
And turn this place 
Into something obscene 

Does he care?
Why should he, 
I’m just his live in 
slave and  maid.
As long as I do
as I’m told 
I’ll be fine.
keep my mouth shut
tow the line 
try not to whine 
he'll let me live 
and keep my spine 
ooooh 
the spiteful swine