(it all started with the flies)
he hated buzzin’ flies, you see
blamed it on his OCD
he hated germs – flies crawl in shit
so he pulled their wings off, bit by bit
(he liked their struggles)
one day he took a small earthworm
sliced it in half, laughed to see it squirm
beneath a rosebush hid a garter snake
that he battered with a garden rake
(he needed something bigger)
with an old aluminum baseball bat
he beat to death a neighbor’s cat
enjoyin’ the meaty thud thud thud
annoyed by the lack of significant blood
(he’d be doin’ everyone a favor if he)
waylaid the local bully after school one day
enticin’ him with xbox an’ a new game to play
with blank detachment he slit the bully’s throat
buried the body after cleanin’ the xbox remote
(he got away with it)
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