TAINTED

Just a fool to be played
That’s what you said
You laughed at me
As you got out of bed.

My head on the pillow
So torn up inside
You continued to laugh
As I laid there and cried.

Get me some coffee
You said to me
I got up bare naked
Obediently.

I poured your coffee
Added a spoon
Tainted with poison
You’d be feeling it soon.

Once doubled over
You fell to the floor
It was my turn to laugh
To even the score.

I waited awhile
Got back into bed
Had to be sure
You were gone, you were dead.

The sun coming up
Had brightened my day
The best part of all
When they took you away.

They covered your face
With a white cotton sheet
Zipped up the bag
Carried you to the street.

Bye bye, Bon Voyage
Good riddens, good grief
So glad you are gone
You bastard, you creep.

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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