Murder in Brazil

[pomes]

Oh, chop her up. Who gives a fuck?
She went abroad, she chanced her luck,
She had tattoos, I bet she smoked,
Why try to blame it on the bloke?
She asked for it, she had it coming,
Seventeen and up and running.
She should have stayed at home, at school,
Serves her right, the tarty fool.
Chop her into little bits
Then she can't show off her tits
Or fly away all vibrant youth
To find or make up her own "truth."
Chop her up, and have her parts
Examined - but don't check our hearts.