Befriend a cheerleader named Peg.  Eventually, I’ll break her legs.

Think that would be funny.

Meet up with my friend, Charles K.  Break his face in all the way.

Think he still owes me money.

Take a picture of the dying children in the hotel lobby.

They don’t understand me.

Throw rocks at the blind and legless dog sinking in the stinking bog.

He don’t see what I see.

She’s real nice.  Isn’t she a beauty?

Slap her and attack, shank her.  I think she has cooties.

Burn down the church.  They want to convert me.

Hang the altar boys from the steeple.

They are all evil people.

Beat the crippled homeless guy until he finally just dies.

He had a good run.

This is me when my temper is mild.  I am not an evil child.

This is what I do for fun.

This is me at my worst.  Pretty sure it’s not a curse.

This is what I like to do.

Scoff and sputter at my ways.  Don’t really care what you say.

Shouldn’t really matter to you.

They’re gonna take me away, the authorities.

Think it’s because of my deformities.

Kicking and biting and hissing and screaming,

Eyes flashing and teeth gleaming.

There’s my mother.  She is beaming.

She must be sad… No, no she’s happy.

Those are tears of joy.  Now I feel crappy.