You slut, I found you in the gutter <br />with nothing in the way of money, <br />just needlemarks and drugs and clutter <br />you looked at me and mumbled 'Honey'. <br /> <br />I took you in and gave you food <br />drew you a bath and dressed you well <br />at first you seemed a bit subdued <br />but later sprang from your hard shell. <br /> <br />You took advantage of my age <br />because you smelled my many riches <br />today I flew into a rage <br />just thinking of the many bitches <br /> <br />who tried your sordid game and failed <br />but why, I ask you, why you too? <br />I was the one with whom you sailed <br />around the world to Timbuktu. <br /> <br />You told me on the steps of Rome <br />how much you loved me above all, <br />you mentioned that no nicer gnome <br />had been adored by one so tall <br /> <br />we made a funny couple, thus <br />one short one tall, but both in love <br />and now, what triggered all this fuss <br />just when I called you my sweet dove? <br /> <br />It is not often that this works, <br />where ancient geezers who are rich <br />co-incidentally though jerks <br />they never think there is a glitch. <br /> <br />I taped your covert conversation <br />with my own chauffeur, whom I trusted <br />what a tremendous aberration <br />that he is one who's also lusted <br /> <br />for your hot body, just like me, <br />but I am a great problem solver <br />if you did think I'd set you free <br />just have a look at this revolver, <br /> <br />the caliber is thirty-eight <br />no, do not move, I shall not miss <br />for an escape it is too late, <br />so here you are, take this and this.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-bullets/
