Club
Mood:  flirty
I went to the club.
I ate some grub.
I saw a girl.
From across the room.
My eyes zoomed.
I said hello.
She said bye bye.
Then I
recognized
my fly was unzipped

Evil
Mood:  mischievious
Some people are evil.
Some are not.
Some get angry.
Many get hot.
I like sprees.
Killing sprees
that is.
I like a type of
gun which is.
I love shotguns
blow people heads
off.Some say I'm
sick in the brain.
But I know I'm sane.
Even though I killed
my own dog cause he
was lame.