IN THE MIND OF STEVE FORBES

By Steve Forbes

As I walk through the forest,
I hear an owl scream...
Hey, I'm a florist,
And it is my dream.

The wind rustles through the trees
As I eat my son alive
I also eat bees
On the count of 5...

Some think I am strange, but I am not,
I know, because the voices told me.
Those who think this should be shot.
I know, because my name is Colby.

Sometimes I take walks with friends,
And shoot them in the back.
Sometimes I take home friends,
And butcher their bodies in my shack.

The trees can read my mind,
They know the truth...
The treasures that I will find,
You're a dirty son of a bitch.

I tell really funny knock knock jokes.
Ever hear the one about the foreigner?
"I shoot a lot of old folks,
And then I shoot foreigners."

I love the feeling of running over dogs,
And innocent school children...
I like to take brisk jogs,
and run over innocent school children.