Time To Kill Poem by Ima Ryma

It started off as just a dare -
To test myself if I could kill;
No matter whom or when or where,
The randomness became the thrill.
That was about nine months ago.
My first kill was a traffic cop.
I drove at him in heavy snow.
Too late, he saw I would not stop.
Since then, I average one a week.
A mix of color, size and kind,
Indiscriminate - so to speak,
Just someone who I chance to find.

Well, I must close; it's time to play.
Perhaps you'll be my fun today.