Psychotic Fury...

Sammy + Frances + Walter + John = Joe

I’m still somewhat baffled — though I know the truth;
I know now it started way back in his youth!   
Joe can’t be at full fault for those whom he slew —
His complex behaviors are sick, through and through.

So here is his story as told by all five —
His five personalities who sought to survive.
Joe needed protection from his battered life;
His mind just took over in his time of strife..........

It started when I was but six years of age,
In a stupor my father would come — full of rage!
Belting and beating my skin half to death —
While cursing my mother… the stench of his breath!..........

My name is Sammy — and I’m only eight.
My daddy, he hurts me — he’s sealed my fate.
He slaps me and whips me and beats me so bad —
I just can’t believe that mean man is my dad!

He locks me for hours in a dark closet space;
The only things there are some rats on a chase!
I can feel them crawling — though I cannot see; 
Sick fear passes through me —’tis sheer agony!..........

Why do you bother with that scared little child?
My name is Frances — and ewwwww am I wild!
Let’s hit the gay bars on Front Street tonight!
I love the elusive — don’t be impolite!

You know, I remember when I was still small;
My father’s friend grabbed me and then did appall!
He used me for pleasures of lust — all the time... 
Rewarded with nothing — but left with his grime..........

I did not ask to come out for a talk!
My name is Walter — do you have to gawk?
What do you want?  Can’t you see I’m afraid?
Oh God!  Please stay out!  Do not bust my blockade!

I’m scared, oh so scared ‘cause my dad just walked in!
He’s reeling and cursing and drinking his gin.
He’s got me — and now he is going to beat me!
I can’t run away — he will always defeat me..........

What are you doing to Walter, pray tell?
Trying to hurt him?  I will see you to hell!
John is my name — I take care of them all!
I've got to protect them — not one can dare fall!

We all try to care for our one person — Joe!
He’s been through a hell in which no one should go.
We are a way that he’s found he can live —
We will slay anyone who’s insensitive!

Our Joe does not want to get hurt anymore —
He doesn't want things as they were once before.
He’s got his protectors — so all must watch out…
We’ll kill if we find one of you makes him shout!..........

So take care when you bitch at a stranger next time;
To some — getting yelled at is quite a big crime...
A child could grow up and think it’s all right
To carry out murder  — for the sake of his spite!..........

Ol’ Joe will be living for years in my ward;
Believe me — he’s not here on his own accord…
Poor souls, just like Joe, are still lurking out there —
God help you!  If you are not nice — and — aware!