Two Less One Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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He took a woman home because he'd bought her...
in one of the country's interior. But what to do,
if in the first days she bothered him so much
that has worn out your neuronal network, the nerves
and the blood pressure went into the clouds
and became groggy, afraid that his hands would demand
strangulation. Jail is for many, but he's
of the recommended.

What do you advise me? -
he asked me, between unrestricted and bitterly contained

and I gave him two suggestions: to poison daily
her food, be it pasta, rice, egg or gizzard,
with low strychnine dosage. I will teach
how and how much - but any cucumber
you'll say we're friends, but I don't have
absolutely nothing with the case in question.

I'll come visit you if anything goes wrong.
The second direction was to go for a walk,
and then push her off a viaduct, and show yourself
desperate in front of all the curious passers-by,
playing your best role as a fake, telling those on the street
that you need a doctor and a prescription for a tranquilizer.

O cruel trap, out for a walk
of boyfriends. Cry and bellow, punch your chest, careless,
hit your head on a wall, fake, be delirious.
The judge and the jury might swallow your frog.