Happiness is a Warm Gun

 

When I saw you together

And you held her hand,

My legs gave way beneath me –

I could no longer stand.

 

You were supposed to love ME!

You were meant to be MINE!

But you running around with her

Is what I find.

 

And now in front of me you stand -

Down on your knees.

I don’t want to hear your whimpering

Or your pathetic little pleas.

 

“Shut up,” I screamed

As you continued to beg.

“Don’t worry, my Love,

You’ll soon be dead”.

 

But would anyone have noticed?

Would anyone have dared

To try and stop me

When I put this gun to your head?

 

Just before I pulled the trigger,

Your eyes, vacant and stained,

Reflected the last images of your life –

Afterwards nothing remained.

 

I carved my name on a bullet -

Right on the side.

I wanted to make sure I was the last thing

That went through your mind.

 

And as your blood splattered across me,

A chirpy tune I began to hum.

Happiness, my Love,

Is a warm gun.

Copyright©JosieWentzel18April2007

 

Reviews

[Cardinal Robin]

I wanted to make sure I was the last thing
That went through your mind. ...great concept

Just before I pulled the trigger,
Your eyes, vacant and stained,
Reflected the last images of your life �
Afterwards nothing remained. ....awesome mix of phrases/images/angles

A fun read, playful revenge poem...real murderers are far less orderly...
Excellent read, held my attention, and inspired my metaphors...

[Alisa_the_fluff_ball]

"I wanted to make sure I was the last thing
That went through your mind"

I love that line! Very creative poem, and nice reference to the Beatles song.

--Alisa_the_fluff_ball

[;]

That was so disturbing and twisted...I loved it! I thought this poem at first was goign to be about a stupid breakup but then BAM you decided to kill him....Nice twist... Thanx for entering into my contest!
Yea its me....The one you Envy,
Mistress E

[Mr. Lopez]

Very dark and deffinetely a most powerful piece of work. Somewhat disturbing but i guess that is a complament. To be able to move your readers to feel disturbed by the bitterness in your words takes talent. very well done !

[Adela Muresan]

The passion that leads an ill mind to murder is described very well, and the touch of evil , is ,,sweet,, in the verses : "Don't worry, my Love,
You'll soon be dead".

Black would of worked better as the font color, dough.

A.M.