The Story of a Rotting Man
The Story of a Rotting Man
Insects burrow my blackened flesh
As well as my decaying cloth, now turned to mesh
The burrowing symbolic of my once hated life
Which I lost at the point of a jealous knife
Now I lay without a sound
In a pile of leaves on the forest ground
Calming now with no stressors of life
All because of the jealous knife
A favor I thought he had done
My life was a burden for one
The painful adultery of my wife
This was rectified by the blade of a jealous knife
She said she loved me, though I couldn’t tell
Not until his attempt to send me to hell
I thought she was the love of my life
Till she dared him with the jealous knife
The one thing he didn’t contemplate
She didn’t need him after my death date
So he thought he had won my wife
But, he too met the end of a knife
So, deep in the woods with the buzzing bees
Lies me and him under the trees
And my newly wealthy ex-wife
Sits a home with her closes friend, the knife