Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Oh Girl

(04/26/2016 National Poetry Month HitRECord challenge)

Oh, girl

I got the gun,
still warm in my hand,
and powder residue
gonna send me to the chair.

Oh, girl,
Oh, girl,
Oh, girl, she dead on the floor
And me dead with her.

I thought:
She betrayed me,
Broke her promise
To be true,
And what promised me,
She let loose in the sheets
of some other man.

Oh, girl,
Oh, girl,
Oh, girl, she dead on the floor
And me dead with her.

I could blame Iago
But it's me what done it:
Took to doubt like liquor,
And pulled that trigger.

Oh, girl.

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