Don't Suppose, Amelia

Don’t Suppose, Amelia

Oh no, Amelia! That’s all she wrote.
Thoughts shock the shots around her wall.
Amelia’s bro, he stole her only low foe.
She brought the walk,
but bought the talk.
She arrives in the suburb again with anomaly.
Don’t suppose, Amelia
You ought to hold your nose.
She juts just around the truck, Fuck!
Astoundingly, she gets stuck in her own rut.
Not so frisky in spirit, Amelia whispers:
Come hither, I sold my soul to the
artistic bitch with the extraordinarily
unrealistic fiction.
She drove past mile marker one oh seven,
Toward the snitchy bitch she sold her soul to.
She’s at the final exit,
almost to her only destination.
One more breath to take
She hits the ditch with a high pitched squeak.
Brick red trickles down the middle of her forehead.
and that was her final exit.