Murder in the operating room

THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.

I'm a doctor who murdered a man in the OR.

I lost my medical license and I'm behind bars.

The b*****d took a life with his gun.

The person who he killed was my son.

 

He fooled the jury into believing that he was innocent.

I was so angry and I made sure that Hell was where he was sent.

When he killed my son, I was blinded by rage and devastation.

When I had that animal in the OR, I botched the operation.

 

I ask myself if others would do what I did and I believe they would.

When I saw that heartless monster flatline, it felt so damn good!

I was convicted of first degree murder and now I'm on death row.

If you're wondering if I'm sorry for what I did, the answer is no.