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Friday, May 22, 2015

Confessions Of A Tired Wife

Here I lay him down to rest
Careful of the knife stuck in his chest
There’s no chance he will awake
Not after the poison I had him take
There was no need for blunt force trauma
But he deserved it for all the drama.
Now natural causes no one will buy
So I need a darn good alibi
Must find a friend to corroborate
That I was out on a date.
But if I do end up a guest of the state
Hope at least I have a nice cell mate.
Israh Sadan
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration
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