Whenever I do horrible things

I create a silence

Which I do not understand

I hurt people for no reason

You resemble a primate

I said to a ticket collector on the train

The police were called but I escaped

That is one of the advantages

Of my so called intelligence

On a more serious note

I have been made aware

Of the two men who attacked a homosexual

I know their names and where the live

But I do really care as the faggot was asking for trouble

Hanging around near the park toilets after dark

These anal fixated creatures disgust me

There is a corruption about their lives

They in my view are perverts or worse

Would I inflict violence on them

Probably not although I am rather unsure

In no way do I understand these silences

Their reflections actually scare me

Perhaps they will fade in time

Who knows the answer