Joy to the World

Remorse for what?
You people have done everything in the world to me
Doesn’t that give me equal right?
I can do anything I want to you people at anytime I want to because that’s what
you’ve done to me
If you spit in my face and smack me in the mouth and throw me in solitary
confinement for nothing, what do you think’s gonna happen when I get outta here?
Maybe I haven’t done enough, I might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough
For not giving enough
For not being more perceptive
For not being aware enough
For not understanding
For, um, being stupid
Maybe I should have killed four or five hundred people, then I would have felt
better. Then I would have felt like I really offered society something
You’ve got it stuck in your brain that I murdered somebody
What do you want to call me a murderer for?
I’ve never killed anyone
I don’t need to kill anyone
I think it
I have it here
Believe me, if I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left
Believe me, if I started murdering people, there’d be none of you left