I love conversations midway

Reasons you might be a serial killer -all your lampshades are made from human skin -all 3 of your chainsaws are always fully fuelled -your wallpapers is hundreds of pictures of a rocking horse ridden by a gorilla -you live in the basement of the asylum with all your ex therapists Not to do with the poem but could zombies smile Normally I would bait your breath was craving some razor clams eat them sitting in the elm tree at the end of nightmare street Misses V Never played hockey but plenty of masks Hand me a ball Don’t give me no lectures Shut it you shoop Working to play Slicing J ack with an axe shines amazingly Mire mire as I take the mic Hello from between -you consider attempted murder is a fail -your closets are made from skeletons I mean how terrifying would that be a smiling zombie -you can’t get your frozen peas in the fridge for heads -your living room has meat hooks hanging from the ceiling Who’s the creep in the jeep Screamed at the ghost as it faced me -Chuck me that doll let us be good friends Without the why where would the s and k be Spring may heal but who gives a jack -your pets are buried in layers -all your poetry starts with the word kill -saw John he said to shut your trap