$400,000 by scott from jail

You'd have thought that the way she got her money Was alright enough, $400,000, to cover bills Hush money to the family for the right to seize Husband, son, father And be done with it Quietly, no muss, no fuss But when I saw the new bedset Fresh from way more than Wal-Mart A lacquer finish to beat the band Thick and rich and even almost juicy Turning the big-boned pine beneath To the spitting image of mahagony Spread up there in the bedroom like An Italian Renaissance altar to herself The Bereaved-ess Well, I gots to thinking Particularly on the sight of the new boyfriend And all the nice landscaping out back... War these days, and the dead of it, And the sadness of it Like a fancy bed Bought with cash upfront. ~ Copyright © 2010 - scott from jail Published: 8/19/10   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem