The Genius On Death Row Poem by Danny, James Archer

The most sickening thing I have ever encountered, not an abused child’s unfathomable parents, not a killer without remorse, no, none of these. The most sickening thing I have ever encountered was a pessimistic parallel of me. This may seem insignificant to the likes of you but I am the most important person in my life, without me life would be empty, and if I’m not having fun then neither am I.

Selfish is the word the ‘others’ have dubbed me, but they don't exist, not really, not like I do. The ’others’ are simply visual cues put in place by a higher power to con me into obeying the lacklustre rules that are in place for me to adhere to, they didn’t fool me though.

Though my optimism is gone, something good has come of my grief. I now hold the key to happiness and I can share it now, freely, as you’re all my constructs anyway, here it is. People are not bound by rules, the word rules is a coinage like any other and with the knowledge that it means nothing, you can send guilt and remorse, pressure and suffering away for ever and enjoy all things.

Murder, theft, and crime are only letters in a certain order, they don't actually mean anything. If flowers had been called rapists would we still look upon them as fragrant beauties, similarly would we still shun murder if it was called beautifying; “A man was today convicted of beautifying! ” doesn’t sound quite right does it. What do I care, all of these words are mine. You wont even be reading this when I’m gone because I have taken you all with me.

P.S. If when I am laid to rest, my theories are untrue, ensure my body has been blessed and I apologise to you.