A Hatchet Faced Guy
He was a hatchet-faced guy with snaggle-teeth,
most said he was okay in a peculiar way.
It happens sometimes;
snaggle-toothed hatched faced guys get itchy,
the kind of itch you can't buy a cream for.
After his first three murder victims
he confessed to the cops
that he felt like the very hand of God!
He was a squirrely guy if you know what I mean,
with horsy snag-teeth that grinned
yet I always sensed a hatchet
raised above my head
when he smiled my way
and he smiled a lot.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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