Stories of Evil Make Me Dizzy
Old Bobby lives next door to me.
I’d never been inside his home
till yesterday when he disclosed
why he’s alone and prone to roam.
Through tears he told me when he was
a well-known, wealthy businessman,
his greedy, grasping wife and sons
came up with a horrendous plan
to plant him in a six-foot hole
and claim the life they’d long desired.
They’d lived quite well but wanted ALL
the money. Then the “thug” they hired
turned out to be a cop. They served
long prison terms. He moved the day
he learned about their treachery.
Heartbroken, Bobby lost his way.
He spent his hard-earned money at
the poker games and liquor store,
but that was many years ago.
He’d find a better path, he swore.
This satisfied old handy man
now shuffles on from job to job.
He makes enough to live the way
he chooses. I admire old Bob.
His story’s not unusual.
Some people value money more
than lives. Thoughts of their evil make
me dizzy, shake me to the core.
Date: August 21, 2019
Contest Title: Bring a Character to Life placed 2nd
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureau
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