Sally’s GhostA Poem by Bo LanierWell
SALLY'S corpse is in the graveyard But
her ghost clings to me like an old wet Blanket...maybe
it's because I treated her Like
dirt when she was alive and shot her When
I caught her cheating on me then Threw
her body in the in the dark, choppy Waters
of the Chesapeake Bay but it wasn't Long
until they found her body and now The
rest of my life is to be spent in this High facility
prison but the real but the Real
torture is that she haunts me everyday And
every night and I don't mean from Memory,
I mean she really haunts me in All
her stink and creepy crawlies... I
guess I deserve her wrath, hell have no Fury
like a woman scorned, she says I Will
make you regret the day you were Ever
born... I
used to think dead is dead but now I Know
I was wrong 'cuz she might be Dead
but she is long from gone, she clings To
me like an old wet blanket and I'm Going
outta my head 'cuz I know she's Gonna
haunt me now and long after I am Dead,
even tho SALLY'S corpse is in the Graveyard
she clings to me like an old wet Blanket,
she says I'll never let you forget What
you did to me on this you can bet... Oh
and SALLY'S GHOST clings to me like An
old cold, cold wet blanket, just like an old Cold,
cold wet blanket! © 2016 Bo Lanier |
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Added on October 13, 2016 Last Updated on October 13, 2016 AuthorBo LanierChattanooga, TNAboutBo Lanier resides from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with over twenty years of experience. He has received several achievement awards in creative writing throughout the ye.. more..Writing
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