Bored

Bored is what I may be
And I have finished my tea
I have my music here
I wonder, of me, how many people do fear?
This is the perfect mood to think
Although I could use another drink
My music of metal is violent
But my steps of death are silent
I sneak up behind my foes
Of death will be their throes
A knife in the back, a dagger to the throat
Go right ahead, of my poem you may quote
Some call me crazy, some call me smart
Some of you people just havn't even got a start
You need to get going, and find your life
Before your heart is guided to my knife
A bloody thirsty monster I am not,
You silly, stupid sot.
Judgement cannot be passed on those you do not know.
So please, have a heart, and let me get on with the show.
These ryhmes are mine,
There are some trees called "Pine"
Perhaps on you will fall one of these,
and it will snap you in half, right at the knees.
A lunatic you call me.
But the cause of my madness, you really don't see.