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!