Letter to Whomever

This isnt really a poem but i dont kno wut you would consider this...so here goes nothin.


Dear to whomever,
     I'm sorry to have to inform you but your dog has died. I hit him on the way to come and tell you that you're being evicted and that your kids are being taken under my care. They will have new names and not the terrible ones you gave them.  They will have a cat instead of a dog because I am terribly allergic. I'll name the cat after you if you would like. My crew is coming to take your belongings in 1 day. Take what you need..leave what i want. I'm moving in your house and changing everything around. It will look nothing like the shit hole you live in now. Oh and that lovely 2005 mustang...it's mine. I'm changing the color to black because the red is just hideous. My new son (formerly yours) shot your bird.  I want to take him hunting so I thought he might need some practice first. Im taking your daughter(now mine) to prostituting school. She will be graduating soon then she will be out on the streets in no time. Her customers are already lining up to do business with her. There are some very nice old men. I'm proud of her. She will make me a very rich mom.
    Oh and my son (no longer yours) is now in the crips. He proudly shows off the colors. I bought him a tech nine. He's already shot a few people who started crap with me. He buried them in the governor's garden. I'm so terribly proud of him. He has a son of his own now. He won't have to pay child support until he is 18 so he still has 5 years. His sister isn't too happy about having to wait until then.
   Well I'm sorry to have to inform you all of this but I felt the need to tell you how shitty of a life you will have. Thanks for your time....
     Sincerely,
       Mrs. bitch