Evil and anger are shown in beady hazel eyes,
Sooner or later the good sided guy slowly dies.
A Texan taskmaster who forfeit certain things,
Hearing seven voices and eating chicken wings.
He watches the busy bar vigorously like a hawk,
Eyes up and down, stabbing fries with his fork.
A demented and completely sickening killer,
Wearing a bright red jacket like MJ in Thriller.
Following drunken patrons home and wielding a pocket knife,
Digging graves for Diablo, be careful he doesn't take your life.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2026 00:57
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Comments2
I don't know these humans you often mention. I only mostly know..... ET! lol.
I just made the story up lol.
A fun read that could be a real person even though is not. Well done
Purely fiction haha.
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