Hi, I am Dexter–
and I’m ten.
I have a big knife,
and I use it often.

No one suspects–
cause I’m cute.
I like pancakes,
and processed fruit.

Ask sitter 1–
or perhaps not.
Stabbed six times,
in Meijer’s parking lot.

The birthday clown–
not my fault.
He touched me, so,
I stabbed a lot.

F***in’ lunch lady–
pulling my hair.
Stab-Stab-Stab,
in the break-room chair.

My parents complacent–
squeezing my cheeks.
But I stuck sitter 2,
between the sheets.

The shitty mailman–
who kicked my dog.
Stabbity-Stab-Stab,
with a Lincoln Log.

Sitter 3 was boisterous–
and quite rude.
She left me no choices,
or any food…

STAB!