How Bad Could She Be?

• Artist: Mitchael Nickrous
• Description: There's this lady named Ana who is basically the worst person, man or woman, alive.... or what ever she is. Someone else made her up and that person and I write poems about her. Sergent Scruffles is her creater and my fellow poet. This is our collabrative work. She supplied the information of serial killers, the metaphors and such. I wrote it in a flimpity way. I narrated this poem from the point of veiw from Ana's most hated ally, Clifford--a mute. Strange, huh?
• Date: 12/07/2009
• Tags: murder killing games

“How bad could she be?”

I, myself, being Clifford Olsen,
having killed eleven young boys and girls,
fear that if she and I were to be released
and staged against one and another;
seeing who could vanquish more victims than the other,
points awarded for the viciousness and brutality and heinousness:

I would surely pale faster than I could drowned
in the wake of her marvelous onslaught.

I believe she would cause Pedro Alonso Lopez,
with presumably more than three hundred victims
hiding under his thumbs,
to feel shameful, for his meager scoring
against her villainous crafts.

If a movie could ever be made of her,
we would never see the end,
I believe, either she would kill us while we watched in static darkness,
or, if we survived long enough,
we would suffer a terrible heart attack from the fear.
It would be more intense than
Psycho’s Norman Bates
and Silence of the Lambs’ Buffalo Bill
portraying Edward Gein;
or Hannibal Lecter
portraying my dearest Albert Fish.

So she is that bad,
I believe that a word has yet to be made
that could describe how horrid she is;
how terribly vicious and morbid and angry
and violent she is.
How sickening she is, but how magnificently marvelous she is,
in all her sick, twisted splendor.
And this, these words, coming from a man…
a man whom despises her revolting, decaying guts.

Comments

[Yvvki]

I really liked this. =)