My father worked in a shithole of a factory for ten years 

He died screaming from its poisons in my late mothers bed 

The factory owner and his son were assassinated by my elder sister 

She is still on the run although I know where she is hiding 

I cannot visit her as I am aware that I am being watched which turns me on 

Sometimes I walk around naked in my shabby apartment hoping that a cop will fuck me 

But this will not happen as I am over two hundred pounds and rather masculine  

In another life I would have assassinated the two men who killed my father