"the mind of a killer"

'The mind of killer'

the mind of a killer
firey and vengeful

the people walk by
as he makes his plan

sitting on a bench, being over looked
he plots in his head what will be there end

the people continue by
never giving him the time of day

a stmple 'hey man' could have stopped this all
but no one so much as simled at this torn man

he continued to think
'one day someone will see'

so he plotted on
waiting for the time of day from jsut so much as a small child

but the busy world hummed by
driving him farther and farther into insanity

the clock ticked by as he waited
the world continued on

and so did he
plotting the future, or lack of, for the rest of the world

as mr business suit and ms cell phone hurried by
he thought of there families

the end they would see
because there selfish parents were to busy for the man

'its the last chance for the world' he thought
'just a hello for the rest of eternity to continue'

a young child, in a raggedy stroller looks at the man
and gives him a cheerful face

The subtle look of this beautiful face
was the hope that the world needed

the man saw eternal joy
from the one to young to see the judgements other laid forth

if we all could all have the heart of htis young chikd
and put the sterotypes and judgements behind
everyone could be themselves, and not have to hide behind the few things they do have

the world is mr business suit and ms cell phone
it doesnt see the person we are

the unfair judgements that we pass
can only be partly blamed on ourselves

the blindfold the world puts on us has jsut as much to do
with the stereotypes people hold so dearly

the models, the magazines, society
THEY put the blindfold on what was once such a purely beautiful land

take off you blindfolds
and accept people for what they are

the person inside
the person behind the facade

the beautiful flower
that could be hiding behind the ugly weed
-spencer kmetz

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Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: [pointing his gun] Say 'what' again. SAY 'WHAT' AGAIN! I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! Say 'what' one more goddamn time! Brett: He's b-b-black... Jules: Go on. Brett: He's bald... Jules: Does he look like a bitch? Brett: What? [Jules shoots Brett in shoulder] Jules: DOES HE LOOK LIKE A BITCH? Brett: NO! Jules: Then why you trying to fuck him like a bitch, Brett? Brett: I didn't! Jules: Yes you did. Yes you did, Brett. You tried to fuck him. And Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody, except Mrs. Wallace.
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