"Psycho"

Psycho

The plastic is wrinkled
She screamed just a bit
The mop is dirty
On the floor her face sits

Oh, Mother is in her room
The cars sped by,
She fit into the trunk
Of the Ford he will hide

In the pond where no one will see
Not even Mother
Nor anyone ever will know but me
I could never tell another

Her eyes appeared as glass
As he found her on the floor
With her fine sweet ass
Naked as she bore

She shouldn’t have done it
What ever she did
Took the money
Folded in the paper to be hid

Mother knew about it
Mother knows everything
She knew to tell Norman
Not to give away any rings

Where is the money?
There is always something
Something about money
That gets everyone thinking

Norman seemed so young
Norman seemed so helpless
Seems so undeniably wrong
To pick on people’s weakness

The mop tainted with red
Blood it may be
Or in black and white
Chocolate syrup it could be.

Mother would be proud
I want her to be
Proud of me you see
So I can stand out
in every crowd
In my room deniably.