It’s a lovely day for a stroll. The yellow thing’s come out to play
again.
Cloudless skies, lush green grass; it’s the sort of weather I’d
die for.

Take a stroll through town, just to see what’s there
today.
Not much different from last time; there’s more chewing gum
on the floor.

He bumped into me, said he was sorry,
begged for mercy.
Can’t blame him, but I didn’t believe it. He wasn’t
sorry at all.

Pull out a knife. Nice and shiny,
for now.
Everyone’s screaming, like I’m the idiot.
He started it.

Plunge it into his throat. Gut him.
Go for the heart.
Stab at his eyes a little. Doesn’t stand a chance.
The juice gets on my clothes.

I hate it when people bump into me.