Sweet Dead Friend

 

Oh, how I could kill you,

Let me ponder the ways.

Life for you means nothing

I could just shorten your days.

 

It would be easy

To just stop your heart.

It could be sleazy

I could play a good part.

 

For your breath to depart

It wouldn’t take much.

To kill you softly

Just a quick little touch.

 

Your end is quite near

Not much to be said.

It is very clear

You’re best when you’re dead.

Reviews

[Chariline]

This is an interesting sort of poem. I did like it and I liked how its shortness showed the anger I imagine you were feeling when you wrote this. :) The only part that seemed off to me was the second stanza, it felt to me as if the rhymes were a bit forced, especially with the word sleazy. But overall, I would say this was a good poem. :)

[A. Amos]

This was funny and interesting at the same time, truly enjoyed...

[Gypsie]

Thank you my friend. It always makes me smile.

[A. Amos]

I like your mind and sharp wit and your most welcome

[Crow]

I love this short and simple almost humorous expression of inner thought.

Well penned!