A Plan To Kill

Going to an ocean death, denied worms At the rear done, stern (yes naval terms) Best a lower deck down, lowest how apt Bully he’s gone; all free me now not trapped Big man struck, stunned, with just a strong push Time a plenty, calm, no panic, or need for hush Powerful Propellers churning, all sound damped No conscience felt, over there he goes, dumped A Long way from land, body lost, if found decayed Checked secret loathing the act must not be delayed Denied opportunity and timing he didn’t go (perhaps) Me me the cold blooded killer (a plan) so long ago Long time ago a killer me I don’t think so! Civilised citizen but no holy Joe!