I'm the ***** *******
your mother
told you about.
The creeping evil ******
with the boxcutter.

I'm waiting at the station
for the lone cow
separated from the herd
to walk by.

So I can lash out with my boxcutter
and paint the world red.
Nothing makes me smile
like that little exhale of air
that escapes
when the throat is cut.
Nothing feels better
than bathing in the blood
of the so called ******* innocent.

Watch yourself.
My boxcutter and me are lurking.
All we ever do
is lurk, and wait
and cut up cattle.

You aren't careful...
You'll be next!