A symphony for Norman
Every man on earth understands a gun
And all have feelings when it's in their hands.
Of disgust or necessity.
They find please. They swing the weapon jauntily back up a few steps seve death with a smile.
Music pounding in their heads to the bullet's sound.
The young man does well in school
Mozart helps him concentrate.
Then one day he picks up a gun. Weighs it there feels the smooth barrel.
He finds that spilling blood is fun.
That "taking life" doesn't count unless you can see the pleading in their eyes
That's what makes him twitch.
Like sex only better.
That's when he whispers in your ear, stokes your hair asks your name
And pulls the trigger.
And no, the music never stops
Though all of it.