Pre-frontal Meltdown

Peering as I pocket the eight.
Eye-ball strangers ‘till late,
or ‘till I get what I want:
My sociopathic tendencies need
fulfilling.

Start up an argument,
Just for argument’s sake.
The prefrontal cortex is resting,
while the rage waits.

The aggressive, anti-social behaviour
ain’t a way to explain
why you picked me out of the crowd?
Did I trigger past pain?

Go back to the grain and the kelpie.

Save your fists for your wife
and for fuck’s sake take a knife
then drive it through your
ignorant,
cold,
neuronal inhibited brain.
Wash it in the rain.

And hope to god that lightning strike you dead.