another murder poem: haven?t you done enough? Willie?s dead, and you had to pry the cross out of his hands. isn?t there something you want to tell me? are you going to present your paper next week? don?t you think Willie would want it this way? are there any sarcastic remarks and cutting comebacks you?ve been working on? how about, I didn?t mean to kill him but he got in my way -- do you think that will hold up with the Grand Jury? what were you thinking, that police have holes in their heads? I?m not going away that easy.
On Friday, March 02, 2007, at 12:33AM, "Alan Sondheim" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >my sister's murder > >you murdered my sister but i can get you off >my sister can get you off >afterwards you got off the bus >you murdered my sister but i can put you off for a while >afterwards she put you off the bus >afterwards you were put off the scent of death >look my sister gave up the ghost >when she came for you you gave up >you took up far too much of her time >she took up sex to forget you >now you get take-out whenever you can >trying to forget you once took her out >that night she gave out a bit of advice >the car gave out when you fled the crime >she screamed get out but you didn't leave >she got out of your way when you came for her >you put her out with the garbage and other stuff >because she'd put out and you wouldn't take >yes for an answer > > >=== > >
