How come there's no category for sick, twisted works around here? Is this humor or horror? Why, I think it's delightfully both!

"The Girl Who Was Spared No Expense"

She strolls into the room
at a wobbly pace,
her hair done like a whore's,
candy stuck to her face.
She's all of three years
with a purse on her arm,
dressed like Britney Spears
with a little pig's charm.
Hear her squeal with delight
at the toys that she sees!
Her behavior's a fright!
Band-Aids stuck to her knees.
She'll be told she's a princess,
but grow into a bitch.
One day she'll be Mrs.
Spoiled Nasty Old Witch.

So let's mourn for the boy-child
who's been brought up right.
Never grew up and went wild;
a bashful, virgin sight
who's first love is the first girl
who'll give up her snatch,
then he's off in a whirl,
married, brooding a batch
of the worst little monkeys
you ever will see!
Neighbors say they are sleaze.
Hubby longs to be free
of the zoo he's a part of,
but not the zoo keeper;
that would be his rotund dove
wearing a beeper
so her true love can call her
and get sex for free,
unbeknownst to the husband
who's now gone crazy!

It's the Six O'Clock News
and he's forty years old.
Tired of watching Blue's Clues,
always sick with a cold
that his little brats gave him
along with a tie,
membership to a gym
that he never will try.
He's standing over the corpse
of the wrong lover-boy.
A sweetheart on the porch
with a twenty-gauge toy
that he's threatening to use
on the cops or himself.
Twenty years of abuse
added up on the shelf.
He was really a sweetie;
gentle, tender, and shy.
Now she suddenly sees
that she wed the wrong guy

'cause she should have held out
for a tough nut to crack
with a thicker billfold,
new mink coats on her back,
who could spoil her and love her
like Mr. Sweet never could;
who'd let her take a new lover
when he couldn't get wood.
But, soon she'll be rich, though,
once she gets her check
from his insurance and escrow,
then she'll build a new deck
to get rid of the bloodstain
he left on the porch.
Died in a bullet rain.
She'll now carry a torch
for her once beloved hubby
she'll cremate on Tuesday,
then sip imported bubbly
with her real boyfriend, Jose.