I've seen them:
the ones who thought
that that Manson had it right,
that Ramirez had a point to make,
that Bundy was a genius
wasted on an unappreciative world.

I've heard about the kids
who beat tramps to death
on the way home from seeing
"A Clockwork Orange",
the socially retarded misfits
who seek to carry on the legacy
of murderers who existed
only on celluloid.

But you, you're something else.
Following other people's blueprints
of pain and angst,
trying to pass off
the torment of strangers as your own.
You try deperately to emulate
others who failed at living.
Sylvia Plath to Kurt Cobain:
somewhere down the line,
they got it wrong,
fucked up at life
or got fucked up by it.
But still you want to be them.

I never understood copycat killers,
with their borrowed M.O.s
and unoriginal sins.
But you
are a whole lot more confusing.
After all,
why would anyone
want to be
a copycat victim?

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