I can even, you can odd in My Poetry Slams

There’s a time and a place for everything
You had your 15 minutes in the lime
Now set your phasers from stun to kill
Cause I’m coming for you, by hook or crook
And I can’t lose your scent when it’s all around
There’s nowhere to run and all the hidden places are found
A secret you wish you had kept for yourself
All these skeletons lay bare for myself
The crunch of bones and snap of sinew
Fill the air with a cannibal mildew
Gather up your strongest parts
And see what you can build
Before I set upon your lonely heart
And make you wish you’d never lived.