Poem By A Psychopath

It's just another ordinary day in the classroom

Caretakers in the cupboard hitting mice with his broom

Sitting here really wishing I was somewhere else

Right at the back with a knife in my hand

And keeping to myself

They've all got handbags

But I've got a rucksack

They worry about mascara

Well that's the least of my concerns...

Sitting here at the back with a knife in my hand

And keeping to myself

They're all as helpful as a pain in the butt

It only takes so much before my brain goes *keput*

You see, thing is, I've got it in for you

Just one wrong look and I'll push you down the stairs

Or meet you in an alley and catch you unawares

All of these things go through my head as I'm sitting at the back with a knife in my hand

Just leave me alone

Or I'll introduce your head to my good friend the hammer

Keep looking behind you or I'll whack you with a spanner

You just laugh and call me a freak

Would you still think that?

If I pulled your nose so hard it turned into a beak?

You don't know what you're dealing with

Have you ever really wondered why I sit in the corner?

When I look at you the word on your jacket reads SLAUGHTER

I look at you again and raise the knife

And as if on cue, out go the lights