Poem: That’s The Ticket

Just another poem about a psychopath being superficially charming and thinking everything is a game.

there was that time
my flatmate asked Richard
what he was up to. And he
was all, “Just gonna float around here
over summer until I get my diving ticket —
then head up to Micronesia”.

Immediately after, he turned to me and
said, “I think he was really interested
in that”. And I was all, “Yeah, but it’s not
even real — why did you say it?” And he
goes, “Why not?” And skulled
the other half of his quart.