Free Cee He Died In My Tub and There Is the Rub

REQUIEM FOR A WRETCHED WRECK There he lay, a stone to speak no more There he lay, motionless unlike before There he lay, with no more wisdom for to lend There he lay, dead was he, my best friend I taught him well how to find a vein I tutored him in how to conquer pain I educated him in how to rob and steel There lay he with no pulse to feel ‘twas midst porcelain and tile lay he there My desperation and heartlessness a spear Skewered by steal as real as any ever made And done were all our plans to fade He and I were going to travel the globe Until I designed and defiled his robe When met did we he was filled with hope But my selfishness and desire is a hangman’s rope No 911 would I place that call As I dragged him into the hollowed hall Lest the cops ask questions I could not defend There stood I with no help to lend So Alan died in my apartment’s tub And therein lies the rubbish and the rub I was barred from his funeral because I killed him well And I can only pray he landed not in the halls of hell © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~