Originally Dated 8-APRIL-2001

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As I drag your corpse across the floor,
Thinking of what I’ve done,
Nothing too drastic,
Nothing severe,
Justifiable for what I’ve dealt with,
Year after year.

I always did love you,
In fact I still do,
But you’ve driven me to this,
You shrieking, bitch, shrew.

The hole that I dug you,
Just under the stair,
Its spacious and roomy,
It shows I still care.

Finally,
Peace,
In the house where I grew,
Mother,
Without you,
I know not what to do.

Father’s there also,
For five years at least,
Put there by mother,
After thanksgiving feast.

One big happy family,
In the basement so deep,
Lying contented,
In permanent sleep.