POE'S ROOMMATE TELLS ALL

I am not at all
Concerned
If you think
I am mad
In contrast 
I find it
Rather amusing 

Seriously 
Like you
The
Reader
Would somehow 
Qualify as
An
Expert
Or authority
To
Diagnosis 
My mental 
Well
Being

I am only 
Writing this
Which I will call
The unabridged version
Of “The Tell Tale Heart"
To set the matter straight 

You see a few years ago
I was sharing a room
At the institution
With quite an 
Annoying writer
Named Edgar 

One uneventful night
I was sitting on
My bunk
Listening to 
Edgar 
Who apparently 
Was having
A psychotic 
Episode
By
Trying to mimic
A bird
Squawking 
The words
“Nevermore”,
as he vigorously 
scribbled ink
upon his desk.

To shut him up
I proceeded
To tell him
The crime
I was convicted 
of,
concerning
The old man

Much to my dismay 
The “Father Of Horror”
Later
Took it upon himself 
To plagiarize the
Tale ( writing in 1st person)
Distort the events
And unfairly portray 
Me as a Mad Man
With a conscience
For the record 
I am neither mad
Nor do I have
A conscience.
Just a “Law Abiding Citizen”
Who got tired of having 
To live with a dude
With a “Vulture eye  “

It is not like
I did not forewarn
The geezer.

On numerous 
Occasions
I told him
To cover 
That shit up
With some Raybans
Or a patch
But
The bastard did not
Listen 
so I bashed his 
Head in
Desmembered
him
and placed 
the pieces of
his body
under the planks
of my floor.

As far as the sound of the
beating heart
 goes.....
It turns out 
The Old Man's
Amazon Alexa
was sarcastically
playing
Hilary Duff's
"Beat of My Heart"
in the background
to set "the mood"......

I informed the 
"piece of Tin"
to knock that crap
off or meet 
the same demise
as her Master....

Quite suprisingly
In a fearful breath
She complied......

Today As fate would have it
I am being released. 

To appease my 
"Tell Tale Heart
and New found conscience"
I will be looking up 
an old dear friend
who I was told 
can be seen
staggering along
the cobble streets
of Baltimore

It is then I will
silence forever
the "squawks of Nevermore"