A Journey Into The Mind Of Joey, A Sociopath

Joey was walking, whistling a tune.
He looked like a normal champ, and, indeed, a chap he was.
Joey stared at all the visual stimuli around him,
And thought they were awfully peculiar.
He saw a park bench beneath a series of trees,
And a man and a woman kissing beneath with grace and ease.
At this, he noticed that there was a hardware store across the way,
And he entered the store to purchase some tools.
A sicle here, shovel and chainsaw there, which should do the trick,
And he hauled anus back over to the park to fix what he sees as broken.

Joey smiled a boyish grin,
For after all, he was going to play with his toys.
DOWN! Comes the sicle through the back of the lady's neck,
And forward she falls; you'd swear a flood was along the Texas/Oklahoma line.
Next came the man, and he didn't look a bit happy
Because he scared Joey, tried to hurt the infantile man.
But never falter and never fear, for with a twitch, Mommy's there,
And she takes care of her sonny. The man suddenly had no face,
Proving the theory that people can be faceless.
What now? They were down on the ground, swimming in a bath of rouge.
Well, there were the trees, and Mommy didn't like trees blocking her way.
So, down it went! Splintered was the bench and crushed was the couple.

Now comes the really hard part: what could he do with the bodies?
Well, the best guess was that he took them to his backyard.
He turned to his daddy and asked, "What's for supper?"
And daddy said, "Why, ribs! Shoulder roast! Whatever you wants!"
Daddy cooked dinner, and definitely didn't disappoint.
After picking his teeth clean, Joey dug a ditch,
And buried the leftovers from dinner.
Cumbersome, but it was worth it.
After everything was said and done, he painted a message on a wooden slab
So he could provide them with a tombstone.
On it, he expresses some of his sweetest sentiments ever conceived
In honor of true love:

To Jack and Jill, I enjoyed our times we spent together. Dinner was great.
-Love, Joey