Psycho

I interviewed a psychopath two weeks ago.

Maybe a little misunderstood she was,

But her nature was to be blamed on her nurture.

She was raised by wolves that idolized things,

And yearned for attention, not affection, and didn’t care.

I asked questions about changing her evil ways,

And she said she tried that once before,

But she’s accepting of herself today.

She wishes she wasn’t thought of as a psycho,

And she knows there is no light at

The end of her tunnel,

But getting out of the

Tunnel would be nice enough for a change.

Finally, I needed to know, why did you kill the wolves?

Her answer was honest, but not as exciting as I planned.

She said because her life had become to feel dull,

And always disappointing, and if she

Was going to feel so trapped, why not be jailed?

There was an iota of logic to her statement,

But a severe lack of moral righteousness.

Then she said one more thing, if you want to

Sell your books, tell them I did it

Because God told me so and I was following orders.

I froze because she went silent and stared in to my soul

With the subtlest of smiles.