Do it Ourselves Song-Writing Game

As some day it may happen that a victim must be found,

I’ve got a little list, I’ve got a little list
Of society offenders who might well be underground,
And who never would be missed, they never would be missed!
Like those amateur philosophers who think dogma’s sliced and diced
when they notice consecrated Hosts don’t taste a bit like Christ.
Or those little torture cheerleaders who faint when I say “shit”
and who strain at gnats but gulp camels like Pharisaic twits.
They’d none of them be missed. No, they never will be missed.

Feel free to add more verses. See you Monday!