#364 - I went to see the psychopath

 

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I went to see the psychopath

 

he she was burying a bone

no padding

never much danger to the self

hard to get attention though

 

methodical

 

we spoke in a measured both knew way

and mustn’t mention

who was the elephant in the room

actually a list

of ticks and crosses

 

walrus to oyster and so

 

what difference does it if

sense heightened?

 

they left us alone together a bit

it was love at first

house burning down

wracked my tender parts

 

I needed expert treatment

the tongue so tripped

a gnash and rend

 

kind of a mocking doom

had to know

 

I went to see the psychopath

because the psychopath was in charge

pinch of this and a pound of such flesh

 

there was some humming

slammed heads in that door

meticulous to bury

 

a couchy thing

we spoke of childhood, sealing wax

and so on, how to pull off wings

an ubermensch thing you know

one thing led on through the forest

till darker than

 

‘insensitive to sanction’

and ‘treatment worsens’ me

 

joke science!

 

no accounting

simply the best

better than…

 

yo yo

let’s say latest craze

never mention pathology

beat you at all the tests

 

a few doors down

from you know who

megal… mono… ego…

pretending to be pretending

low profile

 

a drawer with odd coloured socks

nails all painted and pointing too

 

was a coiled spring

ready to bite

map to track

by ankle bracelet

 

no nonsense

mixing up the explosives

 

is it a crime to be?

 

gently gently

in this bliss

and join this wire to this

 

step on a rhyme

it will all explode

and not my fault

but mastermind

 

a heart of war

how else evolved

to the eternal struggle?

 

I chased the bugger

round a tree

I let the lazy dog lie

I was the quick brown fox