Spoilt Tee
Spoilt Tee lingered in the house for three days
trying not to notice the bodies
of the people he had murdered
It was their own fault
they should not have made him mad
the stench was bad, but he had nowhere else to go
His mommy and daddy had always taken care of him
they were lying around seeping and smelling doing nothing
he wished he could wake them up and kill them all over again.
Who was going to fix his lunch? who was going to pay the bills?
He had not learned any of that, and it was their fault
All they did was bail him out of jail
and make excuses for his behaviors.
It was all they were good for when they were alive.
Now they were good for nothing.
Spoilt Tee kicked his father in the groin as he walked past.
Get up! He yelled at the corpse. I want some lunch!
I want to go to McDonald’s! I want to get an ice cream sundae!
I am hungry!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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