Ambition

You’re just a boy,
standing out on that creaky old veranda
of a farmhouse in Kansas,
staring up at the stars,
so longingly.

But best hear it straight, kid –
with your low IQ,
your poor education,
your violent streak
and unwillingness to obey authority,
you’ll never be an astronaut.

Then think about
your father who’s always demeaning you,
your mother who’s never shown you
once ounce of affection,
your goody-goody younger brother,
your sister who calls you “twerp”.

And, of course, the shotgun
in the rack on the parlor wall.
No rocket ships in your future
but you do know
where the key is kept.
So don’t give up hope.
Serial killer is open to you.