Where is old Joe

He sits on his tricycle
the joker with a missing tooth
clichés eating his insides
He smiles while gutting with sharp knife

His empathy is all a practiced disguise
lost within the blood soaked sheets
he buries his victims under concrete
mocking old ladies heaping praise

Sinister is his bloodthirsty heart
silent his crimes of erotic perversions
he rapes all thoughts of sanity
on his tricycle he sings his songs

Silent ones always lurk in shadows
childhoods robbed, left only with twisted tongue