Murderous Thoughts of a Woman Scorned
Cheated on her three times, said it was her reluctance to marry
Each time she took him back, finally on her finger his ring she’d carry
But even as she wore it, her fickle lover cheated again
She threw the chintzy ring at him -- cheap zirconium
Knowing he had a gun in his car, stealthily she had to act
Purchased a container filled with gas, a lighter in her pocket packed
Drove to his neighborhood, parked down the street in a wooded lot
Saw them making love through the window, her stomach tied in a knot
Suddenly it occurred to her that her own life would be jeopardized
Knowing she would be denied heaven, her fear was energized
She threw the oil can away, made haste to a nearby church
Praying aloud, she asked for guidance as on the pew she perched
Contrite as always, seeking sympathy, next day he appeared at her door
But instead of a man she saw a beast, in flames his soul would rest evermore
Justice has a way of coming about; her murderous thoughts had vanished
But from her life this pathetic loser would forever be banished
*Entry for Susan’s “Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts”
By Carolyn Devonshire, October 4, 2011
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