Nancy Jones Poet Rhyme

The Murder That Didn'T Work Out

Once upon a fate
She took some pills
to try to kill
the pain excruciate.

Then went to bed
her soul unfed
already dead
when someone's deity or other said,

“Murder's not a real good way
out, mostly 'cause it's not a way
out and you could end up finding your way.
Entirely up to you is all I'm gonna say.”

Then she woke up
and went to the emergency room
where they detoxed her system while she cogitated on
Thou shalt not kill.

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Nancy Jones
Getting Away with Murder/Murderous Thoughts

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John Smith October 9, 2011 at 5:58 PM On her way out someone pumped her stomach out. You're right, of course, though some died long before suicide.

Tony Lane October 9, 2011 at 4:41 PM Well, I for one am happy with the ending of this poem. I had a friend who killed himself and it was very unsatisfying for both of us.

Nette Onclaud October 9, 2011 at 3:30 PM suicide aborted; real fine, nans... we gotta finish our term here... smashin!..:) huggs, sistah..