Secret

~~The Secret
I’ll let you in on a secret, if you promise not to tell.
The woman I used to love is at the bottom of the well.
She no longer yells at me and tells me I’m no good.
Her lover is underneath that big old stack of wood.
I haven’t paid the rent in months, even though I know I should,
But the landlord doesn’t complain anymore, as if he really could.
He’s down in the cellar, cold stiff and dead.
He came around to yell at me, and took an ax right to the head.
Now you may think that anger management, I should investigate,
But I’m busy chopping up the milk man, so it’ll have to wait.
If that paper boy doesn’t improve his aim,
I have a feeling he’ll end up just the same.
I saw the local sheriff snooping around my place.
When he opens up that letter bomb, it’ll blow off half his face
You might think my temper has gotten pretty bad,
But don’t judge me too much; you just might make me mad. 
You know I can’t just let you leave after all I’ve told to you
I’m starting to get a funky vibe between you and me too.
If you’ll step onto the plastic I’ve got on the floor over there
Bang!-Bang!-Bang!
I just heard three loud bangs, and now I smell the smoke!
I seam to be bleeding, is this some twisted joke?
I thought you were just a meek fan of my poetry.
But now I can see sun light through the holes you put in me.
Since when do readers pack a piece when in the library?

R. F. Sorrell – 4/23/2014- ©