Very Little Brain

The grime under his finger nails
took on a greenish glow.
He wasn't really a mechanic,
he was a murderer, doncha'know!

The police 'round here are oblivious
to his cruel cold-hearted ways.
They think that he's a mechanic
or, at least, that's what he says.

He drags on a fag, all nonchalance,
while the next victim drives on in.
He gives them a flash of his dirty teeth
as he plots out his sin.

The woman in the car flutters her eyes
in the hope of achieving a discount.
She has no idea of the danger ahead
as the ideas in his filthy head mount.

"Morning ma'am, how do ya do?
I hope that I'll be able to help"
He closes the garage door behind her
so that no one will hear her yelp.

His eyes slowly scan his worktop
as he picks out the right tool.
"They think I'm a mechanic" he smans.
The woman fixes her makeup, the fool.

He picks out the tool that will be just right.
He lifts the spanner high over his head.
"Just one smack with this baby here,
in a minute or two, she'll be dead!"

"Oops! Oh my gosh, I'm so very sorry,
I hope that's something I'm able to fix!
I think that may cost you a tad bit more,
oh, I'm so very sorry for this!"

"The carburator's completely bust,
the pertol tank, well, I'm not too sure.
Oh, and for that battery over there
you'll have to be paying a little bit more"

She looked at him in total belief,
"Oh my, I didn't know that the case was so bad!"
"I'll have to ring my husband for his Visa,
you're much more efficient than the last mechanic we had!"

He smiled at her politely
and rubbed his hands in thought of all the money.
No one ever suspected him as a fraud,
they all thought he was as sweet as honey.

Behind her beehive and her made-up face,
she was a woman of very little brain.
He smaned inside but kept up his facade,
he was sure he could score off her again.

Yes, this man was a fraud and a cheat,
and he did it time and time again.
All it took was a couple of lies
and a couple of people of very little brain.