In the room poem by Anthony Andujar jr 10/15/14

In the room poem by Anthony Andujar jr

I'm in the room.
I observe as everyone is drinking their glasses: hahahaha
Getting high off their shrooms.
What a night shift, would not realize that we would all become carcass.
Let me explain.

It's a social gathering, pops of Chardonnay and champagne. Brandy has some people a little woozy in the brain. But unknown to us is an uninvited guest, who came to play.

Hahaha, he joins in on the laugh. Even shares a cake with a fine woman I might add.

Everyone laughs, good times for all . Until a loud bang sounds off in the bathroom hall.
A tray and plate with glass cups shatter in display. Leaving organic red paint in everyone's wake.

Hahaha, how could no one here the silent roar? They didn't see me as a lion, not even a wolf at all?
I blend in just like you he said.

Now I've lost all appetite for my soup he says.

Ted bundy, and money and all the killers before me, look at me now.

Before the cops enter  the scene, as he plans to shoot me in the spleen. He shouts to everyone :

I hope they remember me!

Another wannabe killed on the scene. Another wannabe for the authorities to clean.
Blackout.
screen turns to static with rainbows, then changes to a news report, goes blank and then
Green.

But why the fuck did he choose me?