How to Suspend Empathy for your Victims

You’ll have to be smart; that's your very first aim -

Nearly as smart as me, to see life as this game.

It’s not hard to play, if you keep your head down,

Just stay within lines, and be praised about town.

They won’t ask you questions, those ignorant faces,

If you know when to nod and grin in the right places.

They’ll say you are normal, a hardworking salt,

Perhaps a bit quiet, but polite to a fault.

By then, you’ll have bought all the freedom you’re due,

To nourish the fantasy life inside you.

For when you are smart, then you’ll feel quite apart,

From the noise and demands that life tries to impart.

“People are precious”, will to you seem discordant,

You’ll know you are special and far more important.

You’ll know life’s a punchline, a sad facile waste,

Dull and indifferent; to be rubbed in one’s face.

But if you are smart, you’ll learn how to cajole;

Every sphere of this farce will be in your control.

For what moves you inside, is to break all their rules,

To step on those sheep, all these comfortable fools.

What they see as pure, you’ll want to corrupt,

What they see as precious, you’ll want to abduct.

And what better way, to enact your defiance,

Than there in plain sight, and in outward compliance?

It starts with a break-in, blood rush to the chest,

And with each perfect crime, you’ll go further the next.

And every spare moment outside of your “life”,

You’ll spend it preparing, under nose of your wife.

You’ll watch and you’ll wait, even years at a time,

For each perfect moment for each perfect crime.

You might be a teacher or do social work,

Just choose a career to pick ones you can hurt.

The younger the better, the guiltless and fair,

Clad in school skirts and shirts; sex with barely a hair.

The greater their virtue and danger in taking,

The greater the “fuck-you” in statement you’re making.

For when you are smart, then desires turn rougher:

To watch the world burn and to make others suffer.

You’ll learn to pick locks and cut telephone wires,

You’ll become quite the sewer, to veil your desires.

You’re obsessively clean – or you’ll learn over time;

To remove DNA from each scene of the crime.

You’ll overcome family with knife or a gun,

You’ll learn to tie knots, for restraint and for fun.

Each virgin you seize, on cloud nine you’ll be cruising,

Free to do as you wish within time of your choosing.

For as long as young missy can’t see where she is,

You’re free to keep taking, violating young kids.

You might make mistakes you’ll be forced to erase,

But you’ll never get caught if they don’t have your face.

Follow my lessons, and I plain guarantee,

You won’t just suspend; you will kill empathy.