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.

And some?

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.