A Special Treat
Some time ago The Duke, who is a minstrel of alt-country ballads now and again, don't you know, wrote a pleasant little ditty about Aileen Wuornos, and in the spirit of this here review and all that jazz, I know present it to you, for your mockery and spit.
The Hands Of Aileen Wuornos
Aaron McMullan, Duke De Mondo
Come stand by the highway, sing tourists weighed down by technology tied round their necks
For here is where blood was torn fresh from these men whose tales we relate with our steps
Where seven were slaughtered, were torn and castrated, and left for to die, bullet holes burning through them,
For all had grasped the hands of Aileen Wuornos
Heed not the tall tales spat out by reporters, of terror, abuse and remorse
For no-one did nothing to cruel Aileen Wuornos, and they will spin stories of course,
It's to be expected, for some would demand, that murderers built from her mould,
Should be granted escape from their own self-built fate, from the dirt the hands of Aileen Wuornos hold
Aileen Wuornos was sent for to live in the woods when her baby was born,
To hide on her knees behind rain-battered trees, that she might never face hate nor scorn
And it's true she was used, by her parents abused, but still only the blind would ignore,
That the hands of Aileen Wuornos rose, and seven are no more
There are some who shed tears when injections were given, and her steely eyes saw their last
Some who yelled "murder", and vowed to rebel when the sweet flames of justice were past
For a woman so crippled by the ones who once raised her, so bruised and demented by cruelty and pain
Should not have been put to her death, so they holler, her hands to rise never again
Aileen Wuornos was a child and a mother, and a child she was put to her death
For spite-filled hatred injected her body with poison and stole from her breath
And assembled by congress were gleeful spectators who rubbed sweating palms with delight
As the hands of Aileen Wuornos shook, and the morning mourned outside
Come visit The Duke at Mondo Irlando.
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