Philip Quinlan : Psycho Drama

He relishes the ticking-off of victims from a list (it seems),
and craves the livid evidence of ligature on wrist (it seems),
and lives a life less ordinary, loves, but with a twist (it seems).
He’s devilishly clever, and no woman can resist (it seems).

He lives a life less ordinary, loves, but with a twist (it seems).
He’s devilishly clever, and no woman can resist (it seems).

His clues are ultra-cryptic and, particularly, biblical.
His crimes are timed to phases of the moon, his urges, cyclical.
His profile: gynophobic, narcissistic, egotistical.
(It has to be admitted: this is basically statistical.)

His profile’s gynophobic, narcissistic, egotistical.
(It has to be admitted: this is basically statistical.)


Obsessive and compulsive (with a modicum of maniac),
he serves his lovers’ livers with a side of braised celeriac.
He loves not nicely, nor too well, then buries all his belles out back.
He is the very model of a movie paraphiliac.

He loves not nicely, nor too well, then buries all his belles out back.
He is the very model of a movie paraphiliac.

He likes to take a bloodbath and is quite content to slay for it,
and photograph the aftermath so he can later savour it.
He’s doomed to die; the FBI will see him fry to pay for it.
He’ll never see his friends again (the chainsaw was his favourite).

He’s doomed to die; the FBI will see him fry to pay for it.
He’ll never see his friends again (the chainsaw was his favourite).


There’s nothing I like better than to snuggle up with slaughtering,
a video of maiming and of murdering and torturing,
the innocent amusement of a hanging, drawing, quartering.
(My panic room has cable; join me, if you like that sorta thing.)

Such innocent amusement is a hanging, drawing, quartering.
(His panic room has cable; join him, if you like that sorta thing.)