THE LITTLEST KILLER

by John Mountain

There once was a boy named Ed

The last surviving triplet

The other two quite dead

Choked by the cord

As they lay in the womb

Ed sure couldn’t wait

To escape that tomb

Out of his mother

He came with a roar

His two dead brothers

Dropped out onto the floor

Ed was angry, with a hatred for life

His tiny fist clenched

As if holding a knife

“He’s evil, he’s wicked,”

His father would cry

Burned in his bed

His father would die

His mother tried to love him

But couldn’t bring herself to it

She died by a drill to the brain

While Ed laughed and said, “Screw it!”

“I’m all alone in the world

Mommy and daddy are dead

I must meet more people

So I can chop off their heads

I’ll be just like dear Uncle Ted

And sweet Aunt Aileen.

I cut and I’ll cut

And I’ll rip out your spleen

Freddy and Jason got nothing on me

I’m the littlest killer

For I’m only three!”

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