'Ever Have A Bad Night? ' Poem by David Cleveland

It was a bad night; I just lost a good brother.
Two hours later, my dad left my mother.
So I go for a walk, and what do I see?
My wife of ten years is cheating on me.

So, I walk home with a sad case of the blues.
Right to the closet where I keep my shoes.
I thought of my father, my mom, and my best friend.
It was then that I realized. I had a gun in my hand.

So, I walk back to my wife, sitting in the same place.
When the gun went off, awe the look on her face.
Then I thought of my mother, all lonely and sad.
So, I walked across town and shot my dad

In one night, three loved ones lay dead.
It was a bad night as I raised the gun to my head.