“Hello dear. I wrote you a poem.”
“Gerald, that’s so sweet of you. Let me read it.”
Who cast the stone, who first the deadly blade
Did forge and sank it deep into my soul?
Who made these chains I wear, bound hand and foot?
Who caused this torture terrible, the heat
Of countless suns burning my charred eyes blind?
You, you have left my sundered body torn
“Jesus, Gerald. I just asked you to clean the garage.”