Short Serial Poems
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A missionary and a serial killer are not that way born.
Both evolved by the environment each experienced and individually came from.
untoward circumstance
sorry victim of killer
wrong alley wrong night
serial killer
frankly anyone will do
right alley right night
A serial doer of tasks
obsesses until he then asks:
what is it that’s next?
His old muse is vexed;
the former, the latter now masks.
There once was a man from Manila
Who was also a serial killer
When he had you for tea
You’d be the entree
His parties were just like a thriller.
no not serial killers that only kill arsonists
but serial killers who kill with fire
do you think they would
want buried
or
Take your time
see what i cremated
If I were perfume
I would file many cases
against young ladies
for serial indecent assaults
breach of my privacy
obscene daily errands
and forced love affairs
Deb M and I are “Serial Huggers”
Enjoying the warm feeling like no others
Hearts are aflame
Don't need names
At times even includes sisters and brothers
“Serial Lover” that very strange term
Are you addicted, does it make you squirm
One after another
Till you smother
Need unbridled encounters till you burn
Honesty is… ripping out the tongue of a liar
Truth… setting an arsonist on fire
Kindness… executing a serial killer
Innuendo… Michael Jackson's ‘Thriller’
Behavior is not hereditary, not in the very least.
We do not inherit behavior from our genes.
What separates a serial killer from a priest,
is the environment that was exposed to each.
Appears it takes two hands
to grasp a new thing tight.
My muse, no river daughter;
she seems afraid of water.
I do not know
why I now row
but simply cannot write.
Which Cereal While Watching A Serial
What we will wonder is which cereal,
When watching shows that are a serial
Trump had seen
While being mean
Ending up with disease that is venereal.
Jim Horn
Wondering why high speed
intrigues me
Like serial killers and horror
movies
Kind and submissive person
Pleased others
But my world isn't here
It's out there
Or closed inside me
Private forever
Serial Soap
The Years of Our Lives
Serial Soap
Written by Gail R DeBole
on June 20, 2022
A texter who texted all day
When in-person had not much to say.
He lived life on his text-screen
Never ran out of text-steam
And sent messages that seemed ultra-brave.
Suspect
Egotistical
Rage
Intelligent
Articulate
Likeable
Kill
Insane
Lonesome
Loathing
Eccentric
Revenge
[I'm a Law Student by trade (4 years) and have studied the life of a Serial Killer in
depth]
WHOLE-HEARTED MURALS-:-
serial
contrasting
counterparts
without
mannered
WHOLESOME SENSUALITY
hopeful
didactical
style
with SIGNIFICANT REPERCUSSION
inaugurate
disident
resembling
high
mindedness
We do not have time to kill.
If time is wasted, it pays you back with your failure.
If time is lost, it pays you back with emptiness.
If time passes, it pays you with age.
Time is the most successful serial killer.
He looked more to the higher plane
Enjoyed the rush of flesh to brain
He could not escape
A nip at her nape
For a short while when younger
He felt that vampiric hunger
And it still lasts in him today
What can I say…
What can I say
He's that guy that slays you,
always charming, ready &
eager to lend a helping hand,
a garish smile tucked in his hip pocket --
he's your friendly next door neighbor,
the quintessential serial killer
The man who starts a war is playing with fire
He is no better than a killer for hire
His only purpose is to destroy anyone who gets in his way
By Murdering more and more people with each passing day
A massacre to acquire a filthy desire
Someday. In old age.
My well-being will be in the hands of:
Underpaid cutters and x-addicts
serial texters and sadists
tide pod eaters-assorted derelicts
the odd minister,
lost Christmas carolers...
I pray to remain somewhat fit.
Serial killers are the most difficult to apprehend,
because they have no connection to their victims.
Most serial killer homicides,
remain unsolved regardless of how hard law enforcement tries,
because there is no connection with the killer and the ones who died.
He took his time
To watch them first
To learn their ways
And how she spent
Her days
Before the true
Pleasure began
The slicing of flesh
And searing in pan
Yes he was a cannibal
But in his mind it
Wasn’t real
He could taste the soul
But it wasn’t his deal
If to you professionalism of a soldier
is robotic obedience to orders for murder,
then count me out,
I'm not a lout,
I'm much more than that silver dog tag's serial number !