Simple (Rhyming)

About a self-declared psychopath

He asked me why I wouldn't dance,
I said he wouldn't want to take the chance,
He asked me why he wouldn't, beginning to advance,
I looked at him smiling and said.

I'm a psychotic psychopath, simple as that,
I'm not spinning you a lie, I'm not joking,
Despite being a psychopath I'm rather friendly,
But you wouldn't want to dance with me.

But he insisted that I dance with him, he was grinning like a cat,
He pulled me onto the dance floor, I mouthed 'good-bye',
I stood there and looked at him, Jerking this way and that,
I pulled out a gun, shot him through his head, and let out a sigh.

There were screams and someone jumped on me,
There were many witnesses who could clearly see,
The police arrived, They sat me in an interview room,
I didn't say a word to them as I faced my forthcoming doom,
So they called in a 'special doctor'.

I sat there in the chair with a blank expression,
While the doctor asked me question after question,
Asking about my childhood, like that mattered,
Someone for me to play with, I was flattered.

Finally, the doctor asked me why I had done it,
A smirk sneaked onto my face,
I had been asked the right question, at last,
I looked at her and said.

I'm a psychotic psychopath, simple as that,
I'm not spinning you a lie, I'm not joking,
I shot him through the head, and if I could,
I would do it again and again.

The doctor seemed astounded that I seemed so outright,
She sat there and stared at me coldly,
Her face was drained of colour and pale white,
I sat there and asked her boldly.

How long had she been in this job,
How long had she been working here,
Whether she had made a diagnosis yet,
Or if I'd have to answer more questions.

She just stared at me and wrote, she looked twentysomething,
While I wondered, if I should break her down,
She finished writing and went to say something,
But I interrupted her, faking a frown.

I asked her what was the point of her questions,
I had killed him and had had many a spectator,
I told her that these comments were just suggestions,
Asked if she was my executioner or evaluator.

I asked her what she was doing here,
Why she didn't do something other,
Told her that I was being sincere,
What was the opinion of her mother.

Surely the job would require daily interaction,
With people like me, I got close-up,
Why was she looking so pale,
I hadn't even warmed up.

She went to say something else, Possibly to get back to questioning me,
To change the subject, I must've been intimidating her,
But I had other motives, so I spoke again.

How do you separate your personal life from this, I asked her,
Surely it would be difficult to,
All the death and destruction surrounding her,
I didn't think she could handle it.

I told her she seemed like a nice girl,
Told her she should've done something else,
Mocked her by saying she should have been a nurse,
Not in this dismal, disturbing job.

Here she looked at me, but not directly in my eyes,
She was waiting to see if I had finished, I had, to her surprise,
I motioned with my hand that she could talk, with a grin,
So she started her questioning again, obviously shaking within.

[i]What were your parents like?
Did they mistreat or abuse you?[/i]

I just stared straight ahead blankly,
As I had done before, not saying a word,
She must have mistaken this for her to carry on,
So she said.

[i]Did you have any siblings?
Did they mistreat you?[/i]

I looked down to the table, I softened my eyes and lost my fixated grin,
I told her that I had one sister and my parents sexually abused us, and that was our sin.

I told her it was routine and we thought it normal to do, seeming confused,
The Doctor seemed very interested, sympathetic as I spoke,
I told her that my sister had disappeared while she was being abused,
I'd never seen her again, I thought they'd sold her to a strange bloke.

She wrote this all down, probably with some remarks,
She begged me to carry on- I did, I was on a mission,
I smirked as I stared at her, she was an easy mark,
I was laughing in a sadistic way, as it dawned on the physician.

She seemed astonished, that I had lied to such a great extent,
Her eyes now began to water, she put down her pen and paper pad,
She didn't say a word, I could see that she wanted to vent,
She was playing my game, which made me glad.

She stared at me and I grinned yet again,
I could see she thought that I was, quite rightly, insane,
I'm a psychotic psychopath, simple as that,
A psychotic psychopath, and in this room I'm sat.



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