Paradise regained story poem

narrative verse in rhyming quatrains

 

 

 

Paradise regained

 

My deafness is hysterical.

Psychosomatic so they say

They may well be right old pal.

I had to find some legal way.

 

to escape her whining voice

She’s Catholic and won’t divorce

That leaves me very little choice

for I abhor the use of force.

 

She nags and moans from morn till night

Her venom never satisfied .

No single thing I do is right.

I have considered suicide

 

She thinks the doctor’s on her side

and he will find a cure for me.

That leaves me only homicide

but I must plan it carefully.

 

It must look like an accident

when I am nowhere near the scene.

 so that I seem quite innocent.

Some public place I can be seen.

 

Or better still my therapist.

His evidence impeccable,

he will adamantly insist.

That I could not be culpable.

 

The deed is done the b***h is dead.

 My method I will not reveal.

So I am free no longer wed

I can’t express the joy I feel.

 

My therapist will clearly state

 that I was with him when she died

 and that he suspects suicide.

Because of her tense mental state.

 

His word of course the court respects.

He is an expert after all.

I’m free and clear no one suspects

 I engineered her fatal fall.

 

Her voice is stilled she can’t complain.

She died swiftly and painlessly.

The quack was right I did regain

my hearing rather suddenly.

 

He claims all credit for success

 ascribes it to his therapy

and as he was my star witness.

 What can I do except agree?

 

I have not changed my attitude

 though I can hear as well as you

I still enjoy the quietude.

Which I quite often choose to do.

 

9-Feb-08

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[Relic]

I remember you, dear friend. Rest in peace wherever you are.