you never know
when he's just going to lose it
the smallest thing can set him off

when he approaches
he's wearing a smile
on the outside he looks fine

say the wrong thing
and his eyes will glaze over
you get to feeling on guard real quick

his demeanour is full of loathing
a hatred of self and others
leaving and acidic taste and an air full of stench

you don't want to cross his path
see him and you take another street
violence or the threat of keeps one in their place