Psycho... Speak softly of murder
Psycho
Speak softly of murder
Friday 13th
Six: am, cold sweats wake Graham; he sits up on his woody bed,
Whispers echo thru his head urging him “Blood should be shed”
G jumps up dons the parka jacket & jeans, he means business,
So, phones the office…
………………gets an answer machine, then feigns sickness,
His brain is filled w/ coldness as he hits the road holding steel,
Scratching his nose, he bends to tie shoelaces…
....................then liaises w/ the voice that told him to “Kill”
Foul forces moulding his will, “I’m ready, shall I shoot a stranger?
make-good an escape before they attempt to refute the danger?”
The whisper became spoken “Maim one of innocence to silence”
He walks thru the park, sees a pubescent mother & two infants…
& starts admiring the fact he’s desiring her fat ass in an instant,
While they’re feeding the pigeons…
he sneaks up behind & grabs her by the neck leaving imprints,
Pulls her into sum bushes, & punches little Jake in the face,
Crude as hell, kids scream seeing their guardian taken & raped,
Dude stabbed baby Grace in the ribcage w/ an eight-inch blade,
Wits wired in the rampage… his wicked bones shaking in rage,
Kicks the chick in the teeth, exits before the police reach,
He hotwires a Volvo, cruises thru Soho, shit flows knee-deep
when he meets a brunette-hoe w/ her breasts & legs exposed,
As she rests elbows on the car window, she’ll be next f’sho,
She jumps in for cash; he floors the gas, tells the hooker “Relax”
Asked her “What’s your name?” …
Yet, before she spat back he cracked her head over the dash,
Then he crashed the whip into a tree. A family of three saw this,
A father mid-forties goes to help, gets met by a melee of bullets,
“FUCKING SAMARITANS”
Psycho screams
…then flees into the distance.
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He rides a taxi to Westside, & decides on strangling the cabbie,
Knifed him in the spine also… his torso broke bleeding so badly,
Then out-of-the-blue… sirens flashing a hero cop came by,
BLAM! ...G fried the nosey pigs wig w/ a solo slug aimed high,
Mad inside, still he has a spirit so he’s glad to pay penance
mixed w/ venom,
as he pissed on the corpse of this bad lieutenant,
Graham’s intending on spending rest of the morning sleeping,
He’s bout ta chill… until the whisper started again speaking,
It said…
“It’s a busy weekend, first go to church: slay the deacon”
So G sneaks in… then beats Tim the minister w/ a mallet,
Jacking off on the instant b4 death, till his retinas are pallid,
G took keys out the vicars pocket, a nametag said Texas,
Ran outside, bleep the remote, saw a hatchback red Lexus,
Scratching his nose, as he hits the road pedal is floored,
He swallows a blue pill, still speeding, red light signals ignored,
Picks up a hitchhiker, he likes her, she’s got much potential
While driving he asks her “Can I touch your genitals?
Young blonde Jeze goes mental… “WTF are you on?”
He smirks, & admits: “I’m bout to commit another do wrong”
Desire grew strong, wasn’t too long b4 he got the groove on,
Says “ya cute hun, yum, I’d love to screw you ova the futon”
He’s like “shit! I’ll bite your tits, split you bareback no boots on,
slap you on cheeks so hard leave you w/ a fucking tooth gone”
Jeze snapped: “Chill asshole, enough of the rapist vibe”
dug in her handbag… brandished a polished Colt45,
G grins as Jeze aims nigh organized to blow his brains wide,
“Hey babe liking your style, we’re shooting for the same side”
In her deranged - chide she bursts two from the toast,
Jeze giggled when G gagged & become a ghost
she inhaled seven decadent souls thru her nose
sat back engrossed, meditated, then the whisper spoke…
“It’s all about a murder”
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