Notoriety

What’s the point of fame When only death will guarantee it? Killers wanting notoriety Won’t get to see it. Pulling triggers isn’t hard And only calls attention To the fact that murderers, Not worthy of a mention, Believe that just one massacre Will grab the public’s eye; And here we are, to prove the point, All wanting to know why. The reason, though, is obvious – A crazy, desperate plea To anyone and everyone, Imploring, “Look at me!” The problem with that rationale Is who’d want to be known For such a heinous act That not one person would condone? For one who feels invisible, I guess that recognition Could only be achieved With firearms and ammunition. And so we mourn and grant renown To he who caused our grief; But knowing that he took his life Won’t give us much relief.