Part and Scratch

I start to sneeze every time  certain 

relatives gets too close to me 

I guess I'm allergic to the leaves 

on my family tree my next of kin 

tried to do me in kill my dreams 

take all my pens I walk fast not too slow 

looking over my shoulders like 

I'm home on a furlough 

they be up my (a) like  gerbils 

I'm uncomfortable ready to go 

before they steal the flames 

from my fire I smell gasoline 

check the stove before BOOM! 

before the blast I'm covered 

in shattered glass 

don't hand the menu to me 

in a book I found the recipe 

I can cook so don't mess with me 

food poisoning disembowel you clean 

I'm loving this happy meal 

you use to break my crayons 

 all my toys accuse me 

of making noise you hate 

when I write tired of reading 

about your life pull out the knife 

mama said over her dead body 

so I'll wait to crash the party 

I'm like Pinky & the Brain 

one sides a genius and the other's 

insane inflicting pain without 

leaving a stain just a mass 

on your brain it's not a tumor 

that's good humor I laugh 

at the jokes you tell 

your system failed you're 

locked up like in jail 

guess who's not making bail

I'll rest in peace

soon as you go to hell