If I Was A Wealthy Man Poem by Sheena Blackhall

If I Was A Wealthy Man



If I was a wealthy man
She would not have nagged me
Like a terrier with a bone
About money, or rather, the lack of it

My strangler’s hands now hold
A breast shaped cup. Its lip is silent

A heart of chocolate on my cappuccino

Monday, May 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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