Samuel Likes To Run With Scissors. Poem by Ashley Hawkes

Samuel likes to run with scissors
Tie his sisters hair in knots
You'll find him at the play pool
Setting fire to the yachts.

Samuel pushes kids off bicycles
Spits in his brothers pud
Breaks bunnies legs for pure fun
Scares children in the woods.

Come and run with Samuel
Play chasies round and round
Run and run and run some more
Up and down the town.

Samuel drives his motorbike
At god for saken speeds
He crashes several times a day
Cause he likes the way he bleeds.

Samuel likes to run with scissors
He hasn't got a dad
He drove his mother round the bend
He was all she ever had.

Come and run with Samuel
Play chasies round and round
Run and run untill you're lost
Then cry untill you're found.

One day he ran right past her
With the scissors in his fist
When he noticed red stuff down his shirt
He looked at Mummy's wrist.

There was blood all down the kitchen walls
His Mum lay on her side
When she reached out her bleeding paw
Sam just glared at her and cried:

'Come and run with Samuel
Play chasies round and round
If you don't you will regret it
When you're buried in the ground.'