i wanted to see you smile
so bad that i believed
murder was the only way.
I took out all of those
Free-loaders who think they own
The block.
Those ones that egg your car
Every Sunday.
And I said:
This is my property
That is how it’s going to be.
Stay off the goddamn grass.
The next day: vandalism.
I came out to the sidewalk for
the morning paper.
I saw their eyes watching from
Windowsills and behind closed drapes.
I felt their gaze on my body
As I wrapped my bathrobe tighter.
Freeloaders returned that night
But I was prepared and before I knew
What was happening…
I looked the officer in the eye
And I handed him the gun.
‘They should’ve just stayed off the goddamn grass.’
You never smiled again.
