It started with a worm
He loved the curling squirm
Squashed by his grip so firm
He felt no slight concern
('Its just a silly worm')

Next a butterfly
The legs first he would pry
Wing dust got in his eye
It didn't make him cry
( 'there there dear butterfly')

From oh so very young
The longing had begun
To see a life undone
A feeling matched by none
('But daddy, this is fun!')

A hefty psychologists fee
Was wasting dads Money
A disturbing thing to see
From a little boy of three
( 'but I'm cleverer than he')

That three year old soon grew
He hid his kills from view
And so nobody knew
The murderous ensue
( 'no one had a friggin clue')

The kills became more real
As more human they did feel
Rats and cats had great appeal
Tortured with a growing zeal
( 'My heart races with their squeal ')

The neighbours dog was hard
He was missed from the back yard
A bloody useless guard
He'd tricked him with his facade
('Stupid dog retard')

That angelic boy of ten
Killed again and again
Soon animals wouldn't 'work' the same
They could not voice their pain
( 'I will have to raise my game!' )