I’m a happy person
I like to read about serial killers.
I read serial killers like to read about serial killers.
I find it interesting what makes them tick tick tick
Parents abusive sexually, suits made of transgender skin.
Swinging the neighborhood cat around by its tail.
Conning a woman or young boy into the back of a slow van.
Milk carton faces and puddles of blood.
FBI files, Freedom of Information Acted to my eyes,
I know where the grassy knoll is.
I know where the shrubbery and the rooming houses are
At the Lorraine Hotel
I know what the sign said above Auschwitz
Arbeit macht frei always sounded too American for me.
Hitler has a cousin on Long Island.
Himmler had wet dreams of the occult.
I know Hannibal Lecter’s whole story.
Freud pinned us perfectly.
I like rap with guns and drugs.
I love songs where he’ll kill Kim in the end.
I say the word nigger several times a day.
I am not a racist.
My teeth are yellow.
My feet are brown.
My fingernails are black.
Gossip excites me.
Seeing people I hate miserable makes me feel better.
I use Kurt Cobain as a metaphor.
There is a burning image in my head of my name carved into her arm.
My mind’s been blown more then my cock.
I’m proud of all the people I’ve ever hit.
I’ve been accused of hypnotism and running Wikipedia.
I’ve been accused of robbery and lying.
I’ve robbed and lied before,
But I got angry when he said I ran Wikipedia.
I was called gay in middle school too often and it made me homophobic.
I know all about the Nuremberg trials.
My favorite was Göring.
I think the world needs Iran.
I empathize with terrorists. I support the underdog.
When I was more innocent I memorized “The Raven”
I’ve attempted to become a career criminal.
I envision myself as an old west outlaw.
I sometimes want to institutionalize myself.
Jail, rehab, or the psych ward
I’ve fallen in love with three maybe four women so far.
Is it wrong that I can’t remember?
I used to say heroin was my best girlfriend,
Until I realized she was as big a bitch as the rest.
I used to say I was Timothy Leary,
But he stopped making sense when I stopped eating acid.
I think I can see auras and have metaphysical powers.
I’ve attempted to outsmart myself into a girls pants.
I’ve attempted to outsmart psychologists.
My ego is massive. I am better than you.
I hate my own poetry until it’s a year old.
Things look better when the pages yellow.
And I like reading about serial killers.
And I always wondered,
Does that make me crazy?
I like to read about serial killers.
I read serial killers like to read about serial killers.
I find it interesting what makes them tick tick tick
Parents abusive sexually, suits made of transgender skin.
Swinging the neighborhood cat around by its tail.
Conning a woman or young boy into the back of a slow van.
Milk carton faces and puddles of blood.
FBI files, Freedom of Information Acted to my eyes,
I know where the grassy knoll is.
I know where the shrubbery and the rooming houses are
At the Lorraine Hotel
I know what the sign said above Auschwitz
Arbeit macht frei always sounded too American for me.
Hitler has a cousin on Long Island.
Himmler had wet dreams of the occult.
I know Hannibal Lecter’s whole story.
Freud pinned us perfectly.
I like rap with guns and drugs.
I love songs where he’ll kill Kim in the end.
I say the word nigger several times a day.
I am not a racist.
My teeth are yellow.
My feet are brown.
My fingernails are black.
Gossip excites me.
Seeing people I hate miserable makes me feel better.
I use Kurt Cobain as a metaphor.
There is a burning image in my head of my name carved into her arm.
My mind’s been blown more then my cock.
I’m proud of all the people I’ve ever hit.
I’ve been accused of hypnotism and running Wikipedia.
I’ve been accused of robbery and lying.
I’ve robbed and lied before,
But I got angry when he said I ran Wikipedia.
I was called gay in middle school too often and it made me homophobic.
I know all about the Nuremberg trials.
My favorite was Göring.
I think the world needs Iran.
I empathize with terrorists. I support the underdog.
When I was more innocent I memorized “The Raven”
I’ve attempted to become a career criminal.
I envision myself as an old west outlaw.
I sometimes want to institutionalize myself.
Jail, rehab, or the psych ward
I’ve fallen in love with three maybe four women so far.
Is it wrong that I can’t remember?
I used to say heroin was my best girlfriend,
Until I realized she was as big a bitch as the rest.
I used to say I was Timothy Leary,
But he stopped making sense when I stopped eating acid.
I think I can see auras and have metaphysical powers.
I’ve attempted to outsmart myself into a girls pants.
I’ve attempted to outsmart psychologists.
My ego is massive. I am better than you.
I hate my own poetry until it’s a year old.
Things look better when the pages yellow.
And I like reading about serial killers.
And I always wondered,
Does that make me crazy?
