Just like me

my boy wants to be a serial killer

he told with

a cold tune

himself

happy wide smile

on the little round cheeks

I glanced up

over the paper

at my boy

just about to read some

psychologist's interview about

childrearing

a serial killer?

yes pap, still smiling

well, what's not to like, I laughed

who am I to stop you, lil' man?

I leaned back and

reached for the drawer under the

coffee machine

I always thought you'd apply for some

acknowledged university and

become a highly educated professor

I grabbed the biggest knife this

house held

but I guess I can't live vicariously

so you do what you want to

I handed the knife over the

table right

under my boy's eyes

so can I have the honour to be your first victim

go ahead,

make my day

make the day for both

of us

and my boy began crying

cried as hell

what's the matter, son

you're a serial killer

it can never get personal

and he cried even harder

and then came my wife

heard the whole thing from the top

started screaming

louder and

louder

louder

recognized some words like

                      inhumane

           bastard

                                              asshole

                           sick 

    maniac

                                       prison

                 cops 

                          prison

                                              divorce

silence came like a dead end

beyond a hill

they were gone

I think I wasn't really there either

next to the knife was

a package of cereal my boy

was having for breakfast

an ad on the back

how cool cereal killer are you

collect 25 stickers from the inside bottom

and show us how much you just looove

the Sugarpup Strawberry Cereal

I just couldn't stop laughing

fuck the cats and fuck

their fucking cradle and

silverspoon in

       my ass