Catch .22-Caliber White Trash.
Updated on December 10, 2009
Catch .22-(Caliber-White trash.)
She waited for
him to come home,
into the wee hours
of the mourn,
dressed in her
sexiest negligee,
her belly full of
ulcerated sorrows,
lubricated to numbness
with six shots of vodka.
The pistol was loaded
with three bullets,
one for his genitals,
one for his cold heart,
and one for his lying mouth.
Just as soon as she
heard the door
lock turning,
she planned on
slipping the gun
into the waistline
of her panties.
Then as he came in
from his latest romp,
in the sack with a
lady she'd learned
far too much about
in the last week,
she was going to
seduce him briefly.
A half-hearted
attempt at stirring,
his most likely,
sated and flaccid flesh,
leading him to believe
she was going to give him
some oral lessons
that he so enjoyed,
and then blow him away
as he closed his eyes
and slipped into the moment.
Sadly he slipped
quietly in the back door,
which he had left unlocked,
as she was dozing
round about three A.M.
and when he saw the
scenario laid out before him,
the weapon in her hand
the vodka and shotglass
he realized her intent.
Enraged he strangled her
with his necktie,
and slipped away
into the silence of night.
But he never realized that
she'd hidden a video camera,
to record her final act with him,
and that there was one more bullet,
tucked securely in her bodice.
He was caught a week later,
in a cheap motel room
with his new love,
thanks to her electronic
suicide note,
that he failed to discover
until it was too late..
to erase all of his indiscretions.
©-MFB III