Quite clearly you were always there,
an inspiration for Pierre –
a guiltless and cathartic violence
within the silent innocence.

As comical as they are broken
are the words that you have spoken.
I laughed at every funny quip
from a hitman with no marksmanship.

You could say I’ve improved your aim
when I play you in a video game
but some things even I can’t fix –
ask satan, horsie, snarf, or nix.

You got quiet after Columbine
when your reality met mine
and people wondered what was wrong
while we both felt it all along.

The pictures in the news are clear,
sometimes I wonder if you’re here
or if I know the remorseless wrath
of a homicidal psychopath.

You are fiction, nothing more
than a villain’s twisted lore
and writing does not make it so
but Gunther trigger happy gunman, no?