I am an animal
that’s what they say when they don’t understand
I could kill you with my bare hands
but I carry a knife for the sophisticated
reptilian pleasure of taking life
I could kill you with a hit of my naked palm
but I have a loaded gun to watch your fear
crawl up the walls and jump your eyes
pleasure my sick heart
will I take my meds
and carry on with the next episode
of human life on Earth
burry the hatchet
or will I soon find a way to your throat
slash the vein
skin you of voice with a sharp object
cover the ground
above garbage bag with a corpse inside?
can’t let my mind get infected with insignificance
of annoying parasite
you are
live
live human dirt
eventually
your fate will hit the wall
it itself built