You’re the nicest psychopath I know

Not really

But kind of

Cause wow

Sometimes it’s scary

Like when my aunt

Made us run

To Mrs. Shumaker’s house

For protection

And a gun

Cause we heard a sound

That I did not hear

That I said I heard

Cause she said I heard it

And her body language said

I should be scared

So inside I pushed

The brave kid down

And decided that I was not brave

As much as 9-year-olds

Can decide to not be brave

And sometime later

We returned to the house

And played

And sang songs from “Grease”

Until we watched Friday the 13th

Like that

Kinda like you, Friend.

A lil’ bit o’ honey

Smashed between scream queens