Caravan No 4 Son of a Gun
Apt 4
Black Door
Next Door neighbors moved out
Week before last
Citing strange noises
Rotten stench and an unruly pet
And the fact they had never seen , spoken nor met
Human nature is to speculate
But why waste the energy and time
No foul,
No crime
Until the door is kicked in
And the body's are found
Lying face down
As the children are taken into protective custody
Just another tale gone bad
Swapping Apt 4 in Trailer Park Suburbia
For Cell No 4
And a Heroin Needle
For 1 Final
Lethal Injection
The End
Amen
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2019
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