No Way Out

NO WAY OUT Dad was mad at me, again He hit me I was used to it I closed my eyes And remembered the cyanide bottle Sitting quietly behind the kitchen cupboard I offered to make tea I walked into the kitchen And came back sometime later Humming a tune With a cup of steaming tea He snarled at me He never liked his tea steaming He knew I knew that And so made me drink it And stomped into the kitchen To get his own tea I sat down on his chair Waiting for the screams There it came, strongly I didn’t kill him I was just a little careless With the cyanide And it dropped in the other teacups All of them but mine No matter which one he chose Today will be the last time He will ever hit me When the screams were over I turned up the gas And pushed his lighted cigarette Under the sofa near the Christmas tree And went for a walk.