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No Body, No Murder?

by Deborah Breuer

I'll tell you a secret
But Shhhh... Listen Close
The Walls have ears
And the enimy knows
That I took one of their kinsmen out on a date
He thought I was a nice girl
But he knew so little
That under my coat was a nine-millimeter pistol
He leaned into kiss me
And wouldn't you know it
before our lips collided
the poor John Doe
He just couldn't hide it
He begged for mercy
But I wasn't buying
I was ready to pull
And I wasn't lieing
Like an old cartoon
Painted white, black and red
His flesh on the ground
And a clear conscience in my head

08/28/2006

Posted on 08/28/2006
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 08/29/06 at 01:49 AM

'And a clear conscience in my head'.. this is what tells the secret story.Those who have ears can hear.Its a WIn and the only cleaning process. We out to clean our rooms.

Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 07/27/08 at 07:25 PM

perfect ending ;)

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