Killing Time Sipping Bloodied Ice Tea —Rory Matier

Killing Time Sipping Bloodied Iced Tea

When the skies are slipping behind clouds,
…. Late in the afternoon,
Shying away as they do from the maddening crowds,
… and eagerly teasing the awaiting moon,

I like nothing better than sitting on the swing,
…. Out the back on the ol’ tree in the yard,
Toing, froing, and swaying on the box springs!
Pondering where next l might leave my calling card?

Sitting here sipping sweetly from my bloodied iced tea,
…. And supping the nibble bits mixed with mint,
Nothing quite beats bits of human potpourri,
… if you understand my drifted hint!

I am not quite sure where and when it all began,
…. Or maybe l should really say…
When l became the Maniacal Bogeyman?
Am guessing, somewhere back in my yesterdays!

I took to murdering like a duck to water,
…. I am a natural born killer see,
Love nothing better than pointless slaughter,
In some ways it’s like my personal idiosyncrasy!

I think, and especially in today’s ambivalent society,
… That one needs to take a certain pride,
More so and importantly with regards to notoriety,
So l take my time, when skinning the hides!

Have got me quite the stash now in the freezer,
A nice’n’ripe frozen block of chopped up bits,
That are great little appetite pleasers …
…. And adds some maturity to the evening juiced Spritz!

© Rory Matier 2020

Rory Matier

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