Coral Hull: Poetry: Uncollected Poems: Approaching Psychopath

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CORAL HULL: UNCOLLECTED POEMS
APPROACHING PSYCHOPATH

Mr. Sociable, Mr. Columnist, Mr. Politik,
Anti-Body, Anti-Forest, Anti-Life.

Look into the mirror for a moment,
but don't enter the maze,
of a bloodless, spineless psychopath.

He would make a pass at you
at your father's funeral,
quoting Freud on child sexuality.

Mr. Adviser said everything; just right,
but too polite, way and far too polite.

Eyes like a vampire, impotent, reckless,
crooked smile, so what else is new?

What will he teach you today,
that you don't already know?

His reflection has teeth,
and the intellect of a juvenile.
... just ask the ex-wife.

But he's society's wonder boy,
deliciously employable, so socio-political.
and just that little bit playful.

How this glutton takes his time,
since you're on Menu Number 69.

He slices the hearts of children in two,
after he pisses into their eyes.

Take him on, if it gives you a thrill.
Nothing better to do? ... Silly Girl.

Mr. ASPD is so understanding.
In fact, he's just like you,
in every way imagine-able.

You will fascinate and entrance him.
You intrigue, entice and tantalise.
You're the only one for sure, for-ever.

He wants to meet you in a room,
where you'll be footing the bill,
if not now, then in the long term.

Are you that starved for attention?
He wants to eat up your lovely life.
and he'll shit you out for pure relief.

If you're a masochist,
it will all be just fine.
Pity you have only 1 life, not 10.

Self-sacrifice. Such a waste.
Plenty more prey
for this cock-eyed predator.

Remember the psychopath,
tight with money,
average in bed, bored easily.

It's all in the seduction,
the cold insect hypnosis.
A bit small down there? Several rashes?
No condom, ... again?!

He's smart too, this one.
Don't underestimate him.

Note how he avoids to answer questions,
how he turns them all around
and how he doesn't respond to emotions.

Aside from false sympathy
and complete understanding,
with precision timing,
he offers you everything,
while he gives you nothing.

Life is a feeding frenzy.

Soon he wants all of you
so very much,
he'll put up with all your faults,
all your secrets.

He takes pleasure in them
along 'the old hunting trail'
and he's in for 'The Kill'.

Any weakness in you
is to his advantage.

Pretty soon you'll be spotted
in his field of nightmares,
as his new No.1 supporter,
coming into telescopic view.

If you've still got a bit
of fight left in you,
and kicking back legs,
after you're gutted.

If you go down too easily,
he'll stomp across your face,
and leave in disdain.

It's the strong ones he wants,
with the big fear in the eyes.

This keeps him amused
in his conquering games.

So where'd you meet this shit bag?
And will you be seeing him again?

He'll tell you on a mountain
so he can climb you both,
and then dump the body.

Or to reflect your wishes,
he'll suggest ... a beach.
It won't cost him a cent.

He wants to explore you,
probe your mind, your soul,
to make sure you are him
as he steals your identity.

He's insatiable, sly, cheap,
restless, elite, hate-filled,
More than often dissatisfied.

Remember the rules of this game:
there can only be one winner.

When he has nothing to lose
and you have nothing to gain,
now who might that be?

'My, What Big Lies You Tell?'
'All the better to trick you with!'

Mmm. Yeh, right. Okay. Been there.
Done that to death. God, not again.

So, suprise me some more.
Mr. Mid-Riff-Middle-Class-Mid-Life.
Mr. Married, Stale, Predictable.

Mr. Hey Fiddle, Fiddle -
the soul that he could kill,
the heart that was over the moon.

It's the same old stoneage tale,
for thousands of years,
the story of life on Earth,
dominant species: Inhumanity.

Mr. Modern Pathological.
He will compare you
to an old Asprin
that has lost all its fizz.

He'll flick you off
like a piece of fluff
from his shoulder.

Until the next female sucker
comes into The Viewfinder.
He likes them young, this one.

Whatever, big deal,
So what else is new?

Another celebrated national hero?
with a conviction for child porn-o?

Do not try to play 'the game' with him,
Up the standards and walk away.

The psychopath is married to his hate.
So there's rarely a shortage of company.

    

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