I’m somewhat sad this Valentine’s Day; it’s time to send my girl away.
Traditional good-byes won’t suffice.
I plan to kill and chop her up to pieces smaller than a cup.
If needed she’ll be put on ice.
I caught her cheating with my brother.
Even worse than with another man I’ve never seen before.
I guess I’ll probably kill him, too, but first I’ve really got to do
Some planning for the little whore.
I’ll have her over for some wine and dinner with an entre’ fine
And lavish chocolates as a treat.
The wine, of course, will have been spiked with drugs to cause my cheating wife
To hit the floor like so much meat.
The chainsaw’s ready in the closet. Once it starts I will not pause it.
I won’t even stop to blink.
By the time the 15th rolls around her entire body will be ground
And flushed right down the kitchen sink.
Consider this a warning tale to cheaters, be they girl or male.
The consequence is most severe.
About the time you and you lover think that no-one’s blown your cover
Death will whisper in your ear.
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©2012 Robert C. Eccles
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