Walter and Sneed

Walter Mitts was a lonely boy
without a friend to be found
frail and pale, and slow as a snail
with a voice that barely broke sound

Walter's home wasn't broken
at least not in a visible way
but upon closer inspection, a keen eye's detection
would show there's dysfunction at play

Walter's father was angry
And mother ignored the small boy
and with no affection, there grew a collection
of affectations that Walter'd employ

Walter began having visions
of the things that his heart did so need
toys, noise, and other small boys
his favorite of whom was named Sneed

Walter's delusions were stronger
than the usual infantile fare
His pose, nose, and even his clothes
No denying that Sneed was right there

Walter's creation was ugly
reflecting Walter's self worth
Surly, girly, and in no way burly
with attitude exceeding his girth

Walter began seeking counsel
and Sneed would dole out advice
and his phrases like mazes, evolving in phases
were aggressive and often not nice

Walter soon found his nightmares
were one part of Sneed's greater plan
Hives, knives and the taking of lives
Sneed was crafting this man

Walter started with insects
unhooking the things limb by limb
then rats, bats, and even small cats
But Sneed longed for something more grim

Walter, alone with his parents
at dinner, one on each side
grabbed the steak knife, and took both their lives
and that's how the Mitt family died

Walter examined the mess that he made
the blood that seeped from their gashes
and felt a sensation, pure as elation
killing's as easy as plucking eyelashes!

Walter then felt a sorrow
His heart was a tea kettle hissing
the taking of life, the causing of strife
THAT was the thing he'd been missing!

Walter Mitts had a mission
With Sneed there right by his side
That he'd try his best, and he wouldn't rest
Until every last Walter had died!

Walter just looked in the phone book
And picked them all off one by one
A though Z, no Walter set free
Until Walter's a name held by none

Walter then found himself finished
But Sneed still whined and complained
Walter confused, he'd paid all his dues
But Sneed said one Walter remained

Sneed then held up a mirror
Walter had one final task
The tea kettle hissed, he slit his own wrists
Sneed would have no more to ask

For years there would be no Walter's
No Wallie, no Waldo, no Will
But here's the crook that they all overlook
It's the SNEED's not the WALTER's that kill.