I’m in the club on a Saturday night,
The lights are low and the mood is right.
There’s lots of sexy ladies for me to see,
Which one will spend the night with me?
A familiar blonde is wearing a mini-skirt,
It’s my boss’s wife who wants to flirt.
We retreat to a motel room and do our thing,
The next morning we dismiss it as just a fling.
I’m at work managing the books,
My co-workers are giving me strange looks.
One saw me with the wife of the boss.
I remark sarcastically that it’s his loss.
In the parking lot the boss flips me off,
As I get into my car, I look at him and scoff.
My car speeds up and I overtake the jerk,
I force his car off the road; my method’s work.
He’s mad when he gets out of his car,
I believe he intends to take this too far.
My boss raises his fist threatening me,
It appears that this guy can’t let it be.
As he approaches, I pull out my gun,
He’s stupid enough not to stop and run.
I fire the weapon, a bullet pierces his head,
My boss falls to the ground, he’s clearly dead.
I’m convicted of murder not self-defense,
The jury says my logic doesn’t make sense.
When you agree to sleep with another man’s wife,
“Two wrongs don’t make a right,” is real life
“But whoso committeth adultery with a woman lacketh understanding: he that doeth it destroyeth his own soul. ” – Proverbs 6:32 KJV
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Poem by David Andre Davison