Enough was enough
I couldn't take it any more
I watched in silence
as his body hit the floor.
Yelling at me because Ford
changed the starter for his truck
Like I'm the one who did it
like I really give a fuck.
Nothing to say to me
because I bought my son a book
said he could read the encyclopedia
my anger this time he mistook.
His jeans had not been washed
and that is my fault too.
He could have done some laundry
His time is long overdue.
We can't do anything right
as far as he's concerned
That's why I sat and watched
as his body burned.
Already I had cleaned
his blood from the house
Bleach cleans it nicely
I've just killed my spouse.
I take his ring from the ashes
don't want to leave anything behind.
Pick up all the pieces left
and try to clear my mind.
I drive his truck an hour away
after I have cut the brake
I let that piece of shit
roll into the lake.
I walk back home
and wait awhile
pick up the phone
and begin to dial.
I call his cell and leave a message
asking where he's at.
Telling him I'm worried
then I went and sat.
I waited a few more hours
called his cell a few more times.
Then I dialed 911 and
began covering up my crimes.
I seemed to have gotten away
with everything I've done.
A new more relaxing life
my son and I have just begun.
Please tell me what you think
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Just saw this and rushed to read your new poem.
Wow this is dark and tragic as well - not talking about the dead hubby - I mean the description in the first 5 stanza's: that is the tragedy.
The points made in those stanza's leave you feeling no sympathy for the dead husband at all. Allthough I would stress in this day an age it maybe rather diffcult to get away with such a thing. Hmm maybe you could do a Roald Dahl (Tales Of The Unexpected) and bash his head in with a frozen leg of lamb and subsequently get the officers who arrive to eat the evidence lmao
It is terrible to think that the muse for those stanza's maybe genuine experience, someone so talented and amazing deserves infinitely better
As for the rest of the poem the dark, calculating nature of it is perfect. This poem is another amazing write
Rob
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The perfect crime, well written ,with such detail.
glad it's fiction. lol! Best wishes Carl.
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great work!
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Don't do it. Lol.
Well done. I love it when u write angry. U do some of ur best work when ur pissed off. -
DAMN!!
Very evil mentality here, hey you do 'odd' jobs? l.o.l. j.k. intense, dark, scary..good stuff.
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A perfect poem....and murderous
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LOL! What a fantasy here hon! Hey just to let you know.... They can still detect the blood after cleaning it up with bleach hon LOL!
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