Killer

What if I told you that I was a killer
And have been killing for many years?
That each of my poems was a victim
Each word a part of the diabolic plan

What will happen when they find out?
How every syllable was honing the edge;
Occupying a space in an ammunition box
Each letter. Every punctuation mark a murder

And how will they feel when it comes
To light that I had been telling them
All along saying there’s something wrong
Macabre and desperate very covert

Drawing on the uni-bomber’s gifted mind
Though the keyboard that brings this poem
To print takes hypocrisy to new heights
But all in all I don’t really give a shit

The bicker on my silver tongue tip
The thing that really trips my trigger
Are the paychecks issued every day
To all these psychoanalytic brainiacs

Who have jobs that all but accomplish
Anything the paying public is led to
Believe. These babbling battalions
Of educated people should able to do

O the wonder of these super educated
Makeshift techno wired up utopic
Self indulged stem cell misguided
Savior syndrome star-struck pygmies

They make enough to pay their mortgages
Own a car, insure and educate their kids
Though unlike the rest of us out here
Accomplishing an end result’s not required

Murder is just another of the many ways
To die. Like suicide or the surest poison
Time, like slipping on the ice, or of course
That relentless reaper the hazardous highway

And it’s only bloody death that facinates
Captures the imagination of the average
Mind. Firearms and butcher knives,
Cadavors, forinsics and of course the CSIs

My serial dead are scattered everywhere
The dust to dust all consuming earth
There are places out there I doubt that even
Omnipotent God has ever seen himself.

I never ate their body parts though nor
Chopped off their heads or arms and legs
Nor was it for their penises, vaginas or their
Other ports or parts. Neither was it for their money

See the world needs it’s psyco serial murder
Maddened killers as an index reference point
To orient them to their own sanity. But me?
For me its practice only, for the day I come for you.