The Day Mary Died

Today is the day that I will die This the cards have told me No matter how I shuffled and dealt The outcome never altered How I will die I do not know The cards have not foretold me Just each card next to the other lays Spelling doom, gloom and disaster How to escape this planned fate No ideas to me were forthcoming Should I go out, meet fate head on. Or stay home, under my bed be hiding This way and that my mind did sway And ended up going round in circles The cards are right, they’re never wrong I was assured by the fortuneteller. An evil smile played across her face As she lifted and aimed a Colt revolver Across the table a picture she slid Once seen, all my question were answered The photo was of her wedding day Her husband, this man was my secret lover As the bullet tore through, snuffed my life I prayed to God for forgiveness ~ ~ ~ ~ ~