Never Happy

   Mummy and daddy wanted nothing more than to make poor ol' Timmy happy.
They'd try and try to please the boy but alas he just sat there.
In his chair he waited, in his chair he watched.
In his chair he only giggled when his parents bowed before him.

He had used to be such a nice kid.
Not a care in the world.
Or at least before his Uncle came to stay.
Now said Uncle was hanging in the attic by his toes
with blood dripping from his open neck where the knife had entered.

The first kill is always the hardest but when your parents never find the body
it becomes easy to act like the abusive man just left.
Now little Timmy sat in his chair planning out his daddy's death.
From necklacing  to flailing his skin  right off,
Timmy only smiled as he imagined his daddy screaming in agony as he ran
from room to room with a smile cut from ear to ear.

His mommy soon noticed a stench so rancid she almost puked upon walking in the house.
She took little Timmy out of the house and called an exterminator to find and kill the cause.
When the exterminator came back down he only hung his head.
Oh how mommy screamed that night,
believe me it was great.
Then just when she was better she let the detective in,
He took three steps and asked allowed
"Where is your husband now?"

Two weeks later mommy was in a mental institute
and little Timmy killed himself with a knife to the eye
and a hatchet to the gut.