Decollating dolls is what Dexter did
He has done it since he was a young kid
Hid these doll heads in a box beside the pond
Or buried them deep into grandma’s mowed lawn.
When her dolls were beheaded, Susie was weirded out.
She knew it was her brother, Dexter, as she began her pout.
He never admitted it, laughing at these headless dolls a lot.
She was angry at him most of the time calling him brat or snot.
Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day.
He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay.
His fifteen-year-old human cousins picked him up without a peep.
Placed him in a green wheelbarrow, comfortable enough to sleep.
His mother was comfortable resting her teats for a little while
The sun came out and filled the sky for a delightful country mile.
Dexter John snoozed loudly, his dreams of barley, oats and hay.
He was being weaned from his mother, and this truly was the way.
Bull Daddy came across his wife, with no calf youngster by her side.
Where is Dexter John? He snorted, for Dexter was his loin-filled pride.
He’s in the barn, taking a snooze, giving me a little breathing room.
When he gets ready for some milk, he’ll be back out, probably quite soon.
The teenage boys heard Dexter John bellowing for his tasty mother.
They gave him pats and set him on his feet and he ran to join his brother.
Why did they put you in the green thing? His twin asked, was it a dare?
It was not so bad, Dexter John replied. I napped. It was kind of fun in there.
He got a dexter bull for hire at Kent,
And served him with a letter of intent;
That he stopped on a dime,
And asked for overtime,
He made a bad bull of the assignment.
Dexter has a dark uncontrollable need to take human life.
He's a serial killer psycho path most certified,
but innocents need not fear dark dreaming Dexter.
He satisfies his bloodlust by only killing other killers.
He channels his darkness where he believes it will do the most good,
eliminating predators who victimize innocents in his neighborhood.
He's not trying to be a hero vigilante or protector of the public.
He hasn't any delusions of being a superhero. No evidence of a God complex.
Quite frankly, feelings of conscience, remorse or any feelings at all
are quite alien for Dexter, but he must fake them all.
The only time Dexter truly feels anything
is when Dexter stalks and kills his next victim
and he must satisfy his craving again and again.
He kills only killers who like he haven't any feelings at all
because Dexter believes that's his best option at never getting caught.
Dexter is a Showtime TV series,
and despite it's darkness, it's also at times very funny.
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Gently he walks in tall
silently, you know he wants to talk
deeply as soon as his thoughts are nursed
swiftly he then starts to converse unlike before
sincerely through his words he's been through a lot
that's the reason behind him sharing his thoughts, words, experience & all
gradually he's confessing his thoughts of his past journeys like a speech to us
wishing he could bring back his world and rectify his norms
Battling within trying to choose which words and experiences that will come first
you can see he's trying to prevent and hold back his tears from running off
his mistakes he doesn't want it recur
and as he begins to reform, he starts feeling speechless- lost for words
sits back and from his reaction looks like he's done
looking into his eyes there's still more
he finally recognizes words cannot express it all
gradually he retracts back into his world
Takes a sigh of relief and off he's gone.
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