the unfortunate widower

drop an instructional rhyme.... whether it be a recipe, a set of directions, or a specific guideline to achieving a certain outcome... ...the subject is open to interpretation but it must have some sort of instructional method to it.

Damn, what the hell was I thinking
Married now and my whole world is sinking
Maybe I need a girlfriend and start creeping
Hanging out every night and weekends
But that'll just lead to a divorce instead
And she gets half of all my property and bread
Damn I wish we didn't wed
Wait,
what I really want is her death
then I could be free
Back on the block enjoying
All the big booty hoochies
So I to make a plan and do it right
What way should l kill my wife?
I could pay these two guys at the bar 8K
But if the get caught I know they'll sang
I need to keep out accomplices
Cause all they bring is lot of problems
I don't want to deal with paying hush money
Or wait for them fools to start feeling sorry
Feeling bad what they did to that b***h
Because I'm sure with enough pressure
They'll eventually snitch
So I got to think of another way
How about some anti freeze
In her evening drank
She be home sick for a few days
Then without an autopsy
They'll say she just passed away
But then again her family hates me
It would be long till to pointed fingers at me
I got to work hard at not being a suspect
So for a couple of months
We go to all the family events
I laugh and everything with a smile
What they don't know
Is I'm going kill their only child
After a few months I got everything set
All the I's are dotted, T's are crossed
And the boxes are checked
After her first cup of tea she is starting to sweat
I'm feeling alive really freaking good
I'm five days from being back in the hood
She wakes up and I pour another
Cup from the tainted liter
She makes a face, I say I can make it sweeter
Anti freeze works well when mixed in
Punch, kool aid, and sweet tea
Because anti freeze is sweet bee
So I hook her drink up, she drinks it up
Ten minutes latter she throws up
I grab a couple of blankets and pillows
Keep her comfortable and smiling
While she lays back and watches her shows
With her flu like symptoms
From that sweet syrupy toxin
Without a question during questioning
I'm guaranteed to out fox them
I just smiling and look out the window
Because I ain't going to be called the murderer
I'm going be called the unfortunate widower

Reviews

[Teenage poet]

Wow. Ahem just wow. Your poem is rather peculiar and I've never read anything like it or about that subject. I did like the fact that it flowed just of so well. And everything seemed to fit.

All the big booty hoochies

This line made me laugh. It was one of my favorite lines out of the whole poem.

Good writing keep up the amazing work.

[Teenage poet]

Wow. Ahem just wow. Your poem is rather peculiar and I've never read anything like it or about that subject. I did like the fact that it flowed just of so well. And everything seemed to fit.

All the big booty hoochies

This line made me laugh. It was one of my favorite lines out of the whole poem.

Good writing keep up the amazing work.