Christopher R. Kennedy


Psychopath

Wouldn’t it be strange to meet a psychopath
Stand three feet from his demonic skull
And stare into his sunken eyes which
You know must crinkle with warmth
Every time he harvests human life?

What would it be like to watch him brush his teeth
For two silent minutes under a flickering florescent light
Would he perhaps swish differently than the rest of us

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