Psychopath On the Road
I know the sky is beautiful, I told her
who seemed delighted with everything on the road
I'm focused on driving, I grumbled
palaces and hovels
heavens or hells,
I don't care anymore, I said
be quiet and let me drive in silence
my thoughts poisoning my brain
she's a pretty girl but she's gonna die too
it doesn't matter that she's humming so well
the dumbest song ever composed
playing on the old truck radio
she pouts with her face closed
the way is boring like her words
the next gas station is right there
bunch of rednecks playing at selling gasoline
the annoying accent spoken too loudly
my will is to accelerate on them
annihilate everything
the right front tire deflating
the steering pulls to the side
fill that tire I tell the attendant
no tip when I accelerate
leaving those people in a cloud of dust
the sun setting where we go
yes, yes, the stars are magnificent,
I reply to the childish comment she makes
I bring a baseball bat by the seat
her nose bleeds like sunlight
that dyes the dirty clouds on the horizon
she is the third only this month
at first I find them charming
then i can't control myself
they start talking
and with each word they dig a little deeper
the hole where I intend to bury them
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