The ladDid not know what he’d done so badTo cause them to do this. Gay sex Other men disappearedWithout word. Other men disappearedWithout word. All dead…as was feared.No, that won’t be me, Freddy thought.No man gets to think that he’s broughtMe here to be killed, like I’m trash.I’ll live to make sure your lives crash.Two weeks he spent playing their toy,And he made sure to bring them joyBy using each trick he had learnedTo make every time with him earned,As he built a plan to regroup.Until the night he got the scoopThat by morning, he’d leave this earthIn spirit. Young Freddy had gone for a walk.His mood was…he’d rather not talk.A neighbor he’d just met, named Ray,Still stopped him, to quietly say,”Some friends of mine, Chuck, Dan and Bill,Think you’d be such fun…which you will.”That’s when they appeared, as Ray’s pack,To grab Freddy, in an attack.He knew them all, knew they had wivesAnd kids…but they also had knives.Till bound and gagged, he bravely fought,But still got dragged of to a plotWith an old shed.
