by Chris Butler
Normal Norman is a normal man,
the neighborly stranger greeting
his fellow beings with a musical hello
and a handshake contacted by eyes,
but as a boy he was the one
who marked each day on the calendar
as the anniversary of his
classmates’ assassination,
later he recreates his crescendo moment
as a Twentysomething nobody trapped
within a geometrically imprisoning office,
alongside his co-prisoners shot with
.22 caliber bullets from his thoughts,
but now as he’s displaced by middle age,
fantasizing of serial killing while
stalking milfs breastfeeding their infants
two-percent milk down the cereal aisle,
but everyone only knows him
as Normal Norman,
or norm for short.
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