Norman

Hi, my name is Norman
I'm as normal as can be
But if you trust your senses
You should stay away from me
I own a little resting place
Along the interstate
It was a thriving business
But not so good of late
See I run it with my Mother
She's not always there
She cajoles and confuses me
With her empty, lifeless stare
It would have been so perfect
Mother would intervene
I killed her with a shovel
But she's still on the scene
Then a girl called Marion
Came to spend the night
Acting kinda sketchy
Something just weren't right
But I've got a thing for birds
And with a name like Crane...
Mother stabbed her in the shower
Now she'll never squawk again
Mother, what have you done?
Were the words I said
I cleaned up all the bloody mess
Took Mother back to bed

Later the police rolled by
With her family in tow
Asking for poor Marion
I said I didn't know
But my internal burden
Grew too much to bear
I dressed just like my Mother
Complete with wig to wear
And attacked them all with vigour!
No feelings for myself
I had to protect Mother
And my failing mental health
It seems, then, I was caught
Between rock and a hard place
It's hard to be so normal
With Mother's smile upon my face
And in an institution
I watch the days go by
But what about poor Norman?
Why, he wouldn't hurt a fly...