Hatchet-Faced Guy
He was a hatchet-faced guy and snaggle-toothed.
Most said he was a good guy,
but sometimes it happens
with snaggle-toothed hatched faced guys,
in time they get itchy,
the kind of itch you can't buy a cream for.
After the first murder he felt better,
after the second, better still,
after the third he felt like the very hand of God.
He was a hatchet-faced guy if you know what I mean.
Tread gently around such folks,
even when they smile at you -
especially when they smile at you.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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