I sell people’s body parts after I kidnap them.
My business is immoral, what I do is very grim.
I get a hundred grand for a kidney and a quarter of a million for a heart.
There’s a whole lot of money to be made by selling people’s body parts.
I get two hundred grand for a pair of eyes.
If I said what I do is good, it would be a lie.
Last month a man paid me three hundred grand for a new liver.
You don’t want to work for a man like me, it would make you quiver.
I save people’s lives by killing others, I’d like to think that I’m a healer.
But in reality, I’m nothing more than an evil and cold blooded killer.
This is a fictional poem.