The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 220 Poem by Flying Lemming

I’ve planned the perfect murder
Faultless in every way
My alibi is watertight
I’m covered all that day
There’s no link from me to him
Nothing to trace it to me
No weapon to dispose of
It works quite subtly
I just sit in my office
And raise the tax on fuel
So he can’t afford to pay
I know that may sound cruel
So the old guy will slowly freeze
And to his death is sent
And I can sit here snug and warm
With the rest of government