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Lunch With A Psycho
He threw meatballs at her face
then got totally infuriated,
cause the bitch wouldn't
catch them between her teeth
he's all pissed and shit
never fucking realizing that
he had stapled her mouth shut,
so he's really mad for no fucking reason
and probably should be mad at himself.....
..........................................
A voice from far in the back
of his head whispers
"you need a deschnaffler"
and then uncontrollable giggling
started and he couldn't
stop saying deschnaffler,
every time he said it
his brain tickled so
he said it again and again
and over and over
and again
he fucking loved the way
deschnaffler felt as it left his mouth
deschnaaaaaaafffffflllllerrrrrrrrrrrrr
and then he remembered what he was initially
doing, he was throwing meatballs and
he sat down and began tossing them at her face
and then he screamed "why wont you catch them?"
and then the voice from the far back of his head
whispered it again "deschnaffler,...
"get a fucking deschnaffler and the bitch
will catch those meatballs you're tossing"
and then he says
"what if I never wanted her to catch them
I just wanted to hear you say deschnaffler"
his face crumbles into a twisted look
and then the uncontrollable giggling
started again
the voice in the far back of his head
let out a disgusted sigh and retreated
to the limbic system where he could be alone
with the other thoughts and memories
and he just kept tossing meatballs.
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